Then trust in God o’er this dark, dreary way,
And say, Dear Lord, thy will, not mine, be done.
The broken heart, the humble, contrite one,
God will relieve from sin’s dark, heavy load;
He will reveal himself a present help,
And make for us a sure and safe abode.
For such as these a resting place remains,
When earth’s dark scenes and trials all are o’er;
A home in Heaven where saints and angels are
Chanting glad songs of glory evermore.