The Night Of Affliction, With Its Long Hours Of Sadness, Will Soon Pass Away To Be Remembered No More; And The Weeping Will End In A Morning Of Gladness; For No Sorrow Is Known On The Evergreen Shore. In This World We Shall Have Tribulation And Sorrow; 'Tis Enough For The Subject To Be As His King; But If We Are Faithful, Joy Will Come With The Morrow, And With The Blood-Washed A New Song Shall We Sing.