Sunday, October 16, 2011


God would not send you darkness, dear
If He thought you could bear the light,
But you would not cling to His guiding hand
If the way were always bright,
And you would not care to walk by faith
Could you always walk by sight.

'Tis true, He has many an anguish
For your sorrowful heart to bear--
Many a cruel thorn-crown
for your tired head to wear--
He knows how few would reach Heaven at all
If pain did not lead them there.

So he sends you the blinding darkness,
And the furnace of seven fold heat,
'Tis the only way, believe me
To keep you close to His feet.
For 'tis always so easy to wander,
When our lives are glad and sweet.

Then nestle your hand in your Father's
And sing, if you can, as you go;
for your song may cheer one behind you
Whose courage is sinking low;
And well if your lips do quiver.
God will love you better so.

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