The valley of trouble and pain;
But the “God of all comfort,” the “God of all comfort,”
Was with me to hold and sustain.
Our souls need both sorrow and joy,
So He places us oft in the fire of affliction
The dross from the gold to destroy.
His mercy and love there we trace;
For the trials and sorrows He sends us in wisdom
Are part of His lessons in grace.
Forgetting the Husbandman knows
That the deeper and closer the cutting and paring,
The richer the cluster that grows.
He has a wise purpose in view,
And within the dark valley He whispers to comfort,
“Hereafter thou’lt know what I do.”
Fresh springs of His love ever rise;
And we learn that our troubles, our sorrows and losses,
Are blessings just sent in disguise.
The pathway be dreary or bright;
For we’ve proved that our God is the “God of all comfort,
The God who gives songs in the night.