The valley of sorrow and pain;
But the "God of all comfort" was with me,
At hand to uphold and sustain.
Our souls need both sorrow and joy;
So He placees us oft in the furnace,
The dross from the gold to destroy.
His Omnipotent hand we trace;
For the trials and sorrows He sends us,
Are part of His lessons in grace.
Forgetting the Husbandman knows
That the deeper the cutting and paring,
The richer the cluster that grows.
Well He knows that affliction is needed;
He has a wise purpose in view.
And in the dark valley He whispers,
Hereafter Thou'lt know what I do."
Fresh springs of His love ever rise;
And we learn that our sorrows and losses.
Are blessings just sent in disguise.
Let the path be dreary or bright;
For we've proved that our God can give comfort;
Our God can give songs in the night.
Author unknown, Taken from Streams of the Desert by
Mrs. Charles E. Cowman 1925