Christian, when thy way seems darkest.
And thine eyes with tears are dim,
Straight to God thy Father hastening.
Tell thy sorrows unto Him.
Nor to human ear confiding
Thy sad tale of grief and care.
But on God thy Father resting,
Pour out all thy sorrows there.
All thy griefs by Him are ordered,
Needful is each one for thee;
All thy tears by Him are counted,
One too much there cannot be!
And if, while they fall so quickly,
Thou canst own His love aright.
Then each bitter tear of anguish
Precious is in Jesus' sight.
Far too well thy Saviour loves thee,
To allow thy life to be
One long calm, unbroken summer,
One unruffled stormless sea.
He would have thee fondly nestling,
Closer to His loving breast;
He would have that world seem brighter
Where alone is perfect rest.
Though His wise and loving purpose,
Clearly now thou canst not see.
Still believe, with faith unshaken,
All shall work for good to thee.
Therefore when thy way seems darkest,
And thine eyes with tears are dim.
Straight to God thy Father hastening
Tell thy sorrows unto Him.
—Author unknown
