| We are tossed and driv’n on the restless sea of time;
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| Somber skies and howling tempests oft succeed a bright sunshine;
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| In that land of perfect day, when the mists have rolled away,
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| We will 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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| We are often destitute of the things that life demands,
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| Want of food and want of shelter, thirsty hills and barren lands;
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| We are trusting in the Lord, and according to God’s Word,
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| We will 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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| Trials dark on every hand, and we cannot understand
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| All the ways that God could lead us to that blessèd promised land;
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| But He guides us with His eye, 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 often take us unawares,
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| And our hearts are made to bleed for a thoughtless word or deed;
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| And we wonder why the test 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. |