I
have been through the valley of weeping
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
powerful hand we can trace;
For
the trials and sorrows He sends us
Are
part of His lessons of grace.
Oft
we shrink from the purging and pruning,
Forgetting
the Husbandman knows
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."
As
we travel through life's shadowed valley,
Fresh
springs of His love ever rise;
And
we learn that our sorrows and losses
Are
blessings just sent in disguise.
So
we'll follow wherever He leadeth,
Though
pathways be dreary or bright;
For
we've proof that our God can give comfort,
Our
God can give songs in the night.
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