Until the Day Breaks; Hymn by Hans Adolf Brorson

A dialogue between the bridegroom (first stanza) and the bride (second stanza).

Now no murmur, bide but firmer,

bide but firmer, O faint of soul!

Slowly our summer we shall outrun her,

we shall outrun her and reach our goal.

Now no murmur, bide but firmer,

bide but firmer, O faint of soul.

Times that chasten seldom hasten,

seldom hasten, 'tis not their way.

As the days lengthen, winter will strengthen,

winter will strengthen and bring dismay.

Times that chasten seldom hasten,

seldom hasten, 'tis not their way.