Beams of Heaven as I Go

Beams of heaven, as I go
through this wilderness below,
guide my feet in peaceful ways,
turn my midnights into days.
When in the darkness I would grope,
faith always sees a star of hope,
and soon from all life's grief and danger
I shall be free someday.

Oftentimes my sky is clear,
joy abounds without a tear;
though a day's so bright begun,
clouds may hide tomorrow's sun.
There'll be a day that's always bright,
a day that never yields to night,
and in its light the streets of glory
I shall behold someday.

Burdens now may crush me down,
disappointments all around,
troubles speak in mournful sigh,
sorrow through a tear stained eye.
There is a world where pleasure reigns,
no mourning soul shall roam its plains,
and to that land of peace and glory
I want to go someday.