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And a star will rise on my darkness
 That Herod shall ne'er destroy;
I shall know the light I have longed for,
 And "rejoice with exceeding joy."

It may come in another fashion
 Than e'er I pictured its ray;
It may rise o'er the dull, cold mountain,
 Like the dawn of a summer's day.
It may come like the lightning flashing,
 Or loud as the thunder's blast;
But the Lord, who is strong in battle,
 Will answer my prayer at last.

Thou hast spoken, and Thou wilt do it:
 I will tarry in hope, and see;
For none ever walked in darkness,
 And waited in vain for Thee.
I know that my prayer will be answered;
 The Lord never comes too late;
And the heart that will trust Him fully
 Shall never be desolate.

It may come when my dust lies sleeping,
 Awaiting my Saviour's call;
But my last prayer, safe in His keeping,
 Will shine there fairest of all.
It may come when the enemy scoffeth,
 But I will believe Thee, Lord;