| Trials dark on every hand
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| And we cannot understand
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| All the ways of God would lead us
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| To that blessed promised land
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| But he guides us with his eye
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| And we’ll follow till we die
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| For we’ll understand it better by and by
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| By and by, when the morning comes
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| When the saints of God are gathered home
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| We’ll tell the story how we’ve overcome
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| For we’ll understand it better by and by
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| Temptations, hidden snares
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| Often take us unawares
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| And our hearts are made to bleed
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| For a thoughtless word or deed
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| And we wonder why the test
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| When we try to do our best
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| But we’ll understand it better by and by
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| By and by, when the morning comes
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| When the saints of God are gathered home
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| We’ll tell the story how we’ve overcome
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| For we’ll understand it better by and by |