Not now, but in the coming years,
It may not be when we demand,
We'll read the meaning of our tears,
And there, sometime, we'll understand

Why what we long for most of all
Eludes our open, pleading hand;
Why ever silence meets our call,
Somewhere, sometime, we'll understand.
So trust in God through all thy days;
Fear not, for He doth hold thy hand;
Though dark thy way, still sing and praise,
Sometime, sometime we'll understand.

Sometime, we'll fall on bended knee,
And feel there, graven on His hand
Sometime with tearless eyes we'll see
What, here, we could not understand.
So trust in God through all the days;
Fear not, for He doth hold thy hand;
Though dark thy way, still sing and praise,
Sometime, sometime we'll understand.