2 Every sorrow, every smart,
That the Father’s loving heart
Hath appointed me of yore,
Or hath yet for me in store,
As my life flows on I’ll take
Calmly, gladly for his sake,
No more faithless murmurs make.
3 I will meet distress and pain,
I will greet e’en death’s dark reign,
I will lay me in the grave,