1 Though dark be our way, since God is our Guide,
'Tis ours to obey; 'tis His to provide:
Though cisterns be broken, and creatures all fail,
The word He hath spoken shall surely prevail.

2 His love in times past forbids us to think
He'll leave us at last in trouble to sink;
The Lamb in His glory is ever in view,
The pledge and the proof He will help us quite through.

3 And since all we meet must work for our good,
The bitter is sweet, the med'cine is food;
Though painful at present, 'twill cease before long,
And then how triumphant the conqueror's song!