In thy service, pain is pleasure—
With thy favor, loss is gain.
I have called thee, Abba Father!
I have set my heart on thee;
Storms may howl, and clouds may gather,
All will work for good to me.
4 Man may trouble and distress me,
’Twill but drive me to thy breast,
Life with trials hard may press me,
Heaven will bring me sweeter rest.