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.

Chorus
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
sun as victory songs of grace (chorus)