Father, to Thee We Look in All Our Sorrow

Father

to Thee we

Look in all our sor­row

Thou art the fount­ain

Whence our heal­ing flows;

Dark though the night

Joy com­eth with the mor­row;

Safely they rest who

On Thy love re­pose.

When fond hopes fail

And skies are dark be­fore us

When the vain cares that

Vex our lives in­crease

Comes with its calm

The thought that Thou art o’er us

And we grow qui­et

Folded in Thy peace.

Naught shall af­fright us

On Thy good­ness lean­ing;

Low in the heart faith

Singeth still her song;

Chastened by pain

We learn life’s deep­er mean­ing

And in our weak­ness

Thou dost make us strong.

Patient

O heart

though

Heavy be Thy sor­rows;

Be not cast down

Disquieted in vain;

Yet shalt thou praise Him

When these dark­ened fur­rows

Where now He plough­eth

Wave with gold­en grain.