When will the weary night be over?When will the light and sun arise?Behold, the Easter gloat is coming,And soon will its radiance blind our eyes.In fear we waited, in hope we shall meet him,He passed through the clouds, above and great in.Long was the grinning black the darkness,Heavy the silence of the night,For this the day shall fill you with gladness,For this shall you sing in your delight.But though we suffered and wept in our sorrow,Tis gone with the night, we hail the morrow.Sisters, the poor and friendless need you,Seek you where all the help has failed,Your faithful hands shall steer you through the tempest,To wide sunlit oceans yet unsailed,Bring balm and healing to hearts that were breaking,And point to the sky where hope is waning.What of the friends who fought beside us,Gone from us never to return?Beyond the stars their prize here is watchers,And lend us the fire wherewith we burn.They bore our burden, they help us obey it,And victory won, we'll now share it.Lost to our vision yet are they,Whispering softly,God love is near.God love is near.God love is near.