Oh For The Peace That Floweth As A River,
Making Life’s Desert Places Bloom And Smile ;
Oh For The Faith To Grasp Heaven’s Bright For Ever,
Amid The Shadows Of Earth’s Little While.

A Little While For Patient Vigil Keeping,
To Face The Storm And Wrestle With The Strong ;
A Little While To Sow The Seed With Weeping,
Then Bind The Sheaves And Sing The Harvest Song.

A Little While The Earthen Pitcher Taking
To Wayside Brooks, From Far-Off Mountains Fed ;
Then The Parched Lip Its Thirst For Ever Slaking
Beside The Fullness Of The Fountain-Head.

A Little While To Keep The Oil From Failing,
A Little While Faith’s Flickering Lamp To Trim,
And Then The Bridegroom’s Coming Footsteps Hailing,
We’ll Haste To Meet Him With The Bridal Hymn.