How dark this world would be,
If, when deceived and wounded here,
We could not fly to Thee!
2 But Thou wilt heal the broken heart,
Which, like the plants that throw
Their fragrance from the wounded part,
Breathes sweetness out of woe.
3 When joy no longer soothes or cheers,
And e’en the hope that threw
A moment’s sparkle o’er our tears