To face the storm, to wrestle with the strong;
A little while to sow the seed with weeping,
Then bind the sheaves and sing the harvest-song.
3 A little while to wear the vail of sadness,
To toil with weary step through miry ways,
Then to pour forth the fragrant oil of gladness,
And clasp the girdle round the robe of Praise!
4 A little while, ’mid shadow and illusion,
To strive by faith love’s mysteries to spell,
Then read each dark enigma’s bright solution,