What a morning will dawn on us after the night!
4 “After the toil,” and the cross that we bear
Way-worn and weary through life’s creeping years;
Angels will smile on the crown we shall wear,
And the songs of salvation will follow our tears.
5 “After the toil,” O! thou who art faint,
Rise from the shadows that darken thy way—
Rise while thy faith’s raptured pencil shall paint
All its glorified dream of the Infinite Day.