And a tale that’s soon told, so our years pass away.
“Then count that day lost, whose low setting sun
Can see from thy hand no worthy act done.”
Midst the roses of life many thorns thou wilt find,
“But the cloud that is darkest, with silver is lined.”
As the children of Israel were led on their way
By the bright cloud at night, and the dark cloud by day,
So the Christian is led through the straight narrow road
That brings him direct to his home and his God;
And when the last stage of life’s journey is o’er,