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| When The Morning Comes |
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| Trials dark on every hand, |
| And we cannot understand |
| All the ways that God would lead us |
| To that blessed Promised Land; |
| But He'll guide us with His eye, |
| And we'll follow till we die; |
| We will understand it better by and by. |
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| By and by, when the morning comes, |
| When the saints of God are gathered home; |
| We will tell the story how we've overcome; |
| We will understand it better by and by. |
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| Oft our cherished plans have failed, |
| Disappointments have prevailed, |
| And we've wandered in the darkness, |
| Heavy-hearted and alone; |
| But we're trusting in the Lord, |
| And, according to his Word, |
| We will understand it better by and by |
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| Temptations, hidden snares |
| Often take us unawares, |
| And our hearts are made to bleed |
| For some tho'tless word or deed, |
| And we wonder why the test |
| When we try to do our best, |
| But we'll understand it better by and by. [Refrain] |
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