1 Joy there is in ev’ry sorrow,
Courage for the hearts that faint;
Let us, then, along the pathway,
Murmur not, nor make complaint;
Plans of God are sure unfolding,
Tho’ we may not understand,
Let us be like little children,
Clinging to our Father’s hand.
2 If the way had been less thorny,
Or beset with fewer snares,
We might then have been less watchful,
Less in earnest in our pray’rs;
Lost the rest that follows labor,
Joy that comes with quick’ning life;
Missed the victor’s song of triumph
That succeeds the battle’s strife.
3 Faith will lighten any darkness,
Love will soothe in ev’ry pain;
Let us catch the gleams of brightness,
Tho’ they shine thro’ drops of rain;
By and by the clouds will vanish,
Each in its appointed time;
Glorious are the heights above us,
Daily upward let us climb.