The valley of sorrow and pain;
But the God of all comfort was with me,
At hand to uphold and sustain.
As the earth needs the clouds and the sunshine,
Our souls need both sorrow and joy;
So He places us oft in the furnace,
The dross from the gold to destroy.
When He leads through some valley of trouble,
His omnipotent hand we trace;
For the trials and sorrows He sends us,
Are part of His lessons in grace.
Oft we shrink from the pruging and pruning,
Forgetting the Husbandman knows
That the deeper tha cutting and paring,
The richer the cluster that grows
Well He knows that affliction is needed;
He has a wise purpsoe in view,
And in the dark valley He wispers,
'Hereafter Thou'lt know what I do.'
As we travel thro' life's shadow'd valley,
Fresh springs of His love ever rise
And we learn that our sorrows and losses,
Arte blessings just sent in disguise.
So we'll follow wherever He leadeth,
Let the path be dreary of bright;
For we've proved that our God can give comfort;
Our God can give sings in the night."