Now the days and hours and moments of our suffering seem so long;
And the toilsome wait and wondering threaten silence to our song.
Now our pain is real and pressing where our faith is thin and weak,
But our hope is set on Jesus; and we cling to him, our strength.
Oh Eternal Weight of Glory! Oh inheritance divine!
We will see our Lord redeeming every past and future time.
All our pains will be transfigured, like the scars of Christ our Lord.
We will see the weight of glory, and our broken years restored.
For behold! I tell a mystery: At the trumpet sound we’ll wake
“Death is swallowed up in victory!” when we meet our King of Grace
Every year we thought was wasted, every night we cried “How long?”
All will be a passing moment in our Savior’s victory song
We will see our wounded Savior. we’ll behold him face to face;
And we’ll hear our anguished stories sung as victory songs of grace.
Words and Music: © 2015 Wendell Kimbrough. The writer sings this on his YouTube video: https://goo.gl/bem937