Charles Albert Tindley, ca. 1906
We are tossed and driven on the restless sea of time;|
Somber skies and howling tempests oft succeed a bright sunshine;
In that land of perfect day, when the mists have rolled away,
We will understand it better by and by.
By and by, when the morning comes,
When the saints of God are gathered home,
We'll tell the story how we've overcome,
For we'll understand it better by and by.
2. We are often destitute of the things that life demands,
3. Trials dark on every hand, and we cannot understand
4. Temptations, hidden snares often take us unawares,
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