To those whom live abroad

Under
the wide and starry sky,

Dig the
grave and let me lie;

Glad did
I live and gladly die,

And I
laid me down with a will.

This be
the verse you 'grave for me:

Here he
lies where he longed to be;

Home is
the sailor, home from the sea,

And the
hunter home from the hill.

If there is a future there is time for mending-
Time to see your troubles coming to an ending.

Life is never hopeless however great your sorrow-
If you're looking forward to a new tomorrow.
If there is time for wishing then there is time for hoping-
When through doubt and darkness you are blindly groping.
Though the heart be heavy and hurt you may be feeling-
If there is time for praying there is time for healing.
So if through your window there is a new day breaking-
Thank God for the promise, though mind and soul be aching,
If with harvest over there is grain enough for gleaning-
There is a new tomorrow and life still has meaning.