The sky is dark; the night is cold;
But God hath pledged my hand to hold.
The trial's great, the valley low;
But God will show the way to go.
He has not planned an easy path,
But He indeed would save from wrath.
He loves me, yes, enough, I know,
That He has planned this way I go.
His best seems hard, but time will prove
T'ward me His everlasting love.
If I look up, He'll show His face --
Such love can never be replaced!
If through the storm I hold His hand,
Unmoved from Him I'll safely stand;
Then land my ship on heaven's shore,
And rest eternally secure!
Here sorrows crush my tender heart,
And here my dreams are pulled apart;
But up in heav'n I'll know no grief --
There I shall find a great relief!
The path's still rough, the way still hard,
But by God's grace my heart I'll guard;
For God has planned for me the best,
So in His will I now shall rest.
The cup which my Father hath given me, shall I not drink it?”