Words by: Rev. W.A. Fletcher
Music by: Barney E. Warren (1867-1951)
The lyrics to the song were written in 1911 by Rev. W. A. Fletcher, an itinerant preacher, while he was travelling to the Indian Territories by train. Fletcher was feeling depressed because his wife was expecting their first-born child in a few weeks and he wouldn't be present for the occasion. He felt that his priorities were with his ministry in the Indian Territories and wrote the lyrics to reflect his frame of mind at the time. Sitting next to him on the train was J. R. Baxter, a gospel music promoter who was quite taken with the lyrics that Fletcher was writing and offered him $2.00 for them. Mr. Baxter subsequently had them put to music and the song has been quite popular in the gospel music arena ever since.
The song deals with a Christian's dismay at the apparent prosperity of the wicked, when contrasted with the suffering of the righteous. The repeated theme is that, in Heaven, the truth will be revealed.
This old gospel tune was often covered, famous singers and groups are the Byrds, the legendary Million Dollar Quartet (consisting of Carl Perkins, Elvis Presley, Jerry Lee Lewis and Johnny Cash), Mac Wiseman and Elvis Presley as a solo act again.
Barney E. Warren (1867-1951)
LYRICS: Farther Along
1. Tempted and tried, we're oft made to wonder,
Why it should be thus, all the day long;
While there are others, living about us
Never molested, though in the wrong.
Farther along, we'll know all about it.
Farther along, we'll understand why,
Cheer up my brother, walk in the sunshine
We'll understand it all, by and by.
2. Sometimes I wonder why I must suffer
Go in the rain, the cold, and the snow,
When there are many living in comfort
Giving no heed to all I can do
3. Tempted and tried, how often we question
Why we must suffer year after year
Being accused by those of our loved ones
E'en though we've walked in God's holy fear
4. Often when death has taken our loved ones
Leaving our home so lone and so drear
Then do we wonder why others prosper
Living so wicked year after year
5. "Faithful till death," satin our loving Master
Short is our time to labor and wait
Then will our tolling seem to be nothing
When we shall pass the heavenly gate
6. Soon we will see our dear, loving Savior
Hear the last trumpet sound through the sky
Then we will meet those gone on before us
Then we shall know and understand why