In a day of closing darkness,

When the outlook is so black,

When the hearts of men are
failing,

And the feet of saints turn
back,

 

Yet amid the gloom and darkness,

Shines one feeble ray of light-

Some, who feel and own the ruin,

Seek by faith to walk aright;

 

Some who fear the Lord of glory,

And who think upon His name;

Some, who often speak together

Of His glory and His shame.

 

God who dwells in heavenly
splendor,

He beholds this feeble few;

He records in His remembrance

All the sorrows they pass
through.

 

He discerns each true affection.

And declares, "They shall
be Mine"

When I gather up "My
Jewels";

These
shall in My presence shine.