When our soul is much
discouraged
By the roughness of the way,
And the cross we have to carry
Seemeth heavier every day,
When some cloud, that
overshadows
Hides our Father’s face from
view,
Oh, ‘tis well then to remember
He hath blessed us hitherto.
Surely, then, our souls should
trust Him,
Though the cloud be dark
o’erhead,
We’ve a Friend that draweth
nearer
When all other friends have
fled.
When our pilgrimage is over,
And the gates we’re sweeping
through,
We shall see with clearer
vision
How He’s blessed us hitherto.
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