His Certain Sunrise

Trust in the Lord;
And reckon on His goodness:
The outward deliverance
May seem to tarry;
But ever there comes before it,
As heralds of its approach,
The feel of a lightened burden,
And the infinite calmness
Of a strengthened heart.
It may, after all, seem long
Before the morning breaks;
Yet even while the darkness looms,
Comes the promise of the dawn:
A faint aire begins to stir
Among the sleeping leaves;
And the first joyful notes
Of the morning dove,
Are but a prelude,
To the full chorus of Light,
That will hail-in
His certain sunrise.