They shall see Him in the crimson flush br Of morning's early light, br In the drapery of sunset, br Around the couch of night. br br When the clouds drop down their fatness, br In late and early rain, br They shall see His glorious footprints br On valley, hill and plain. br br They shall see Him when the cyclone br Breathes terror through the land; br They shall see Him 'mid the murmurs br Of zephyrs soft and bland. br br They shall see Him when the lips of health, br Breath vigor through each nerve, br When pestilence clasps hands with death, br His purposes to serve. br br They shall see Him when the trembling earth br Is rocking to and fro; br They shall see Him in the order br The seasons come and go. br br They shall see Him when the storms of war br Sweep wildly through the land; br When peace descends like gentle dew br They still shall see His hand. br br They shall see Him in the city br Of gems and pearls of light, br They shall see Him in his beauty, br And walk with Him in white. br br To living founts their feet shall tend, br And Christ shall be their guide, br Beloved of God, their rest shall be br In safety by His side.