1 Does the world look dark and dreary?
Are your trials more and more?
Have your feet grown tired and weary?
Does the tempest round you roar?
Keep on praying, keep on praying,
Tho’ the storm be raging wild;
Soon you’ll hear a sweet voice saying:
“Peace to you, my troubled child.”
2 Do you sometimes think, most sadly,
There is none your grief to share?
Just remember, Jesus, gladly,
Every burden waits to bear. [Refrain]
3 Pray’r will lift you nearer heave,
Into sunshine, pure and sweet;
Darkest clouds will soon be riven,
Soon be underneath your feet. [Refrain]
4 God is wise, and, if delaying
Answer to your pray’r for aid,
You must trust him; keep on praying,
Help will come; be not dismayed. [Refrain]Source: The Old Story in Song Number Two #91