So count it all joy in your trials, knowing that each test produces patience.
But let patience have its perfect work, that you may be perfect, complete, lacking nothing.
It's not for us to understand His way: Mysterious and unknown to our dismay. He only says,
"I am the Lord Thy God;" This promise––who He is––is evermore.
So we must hold Him to His promises, when all the shadows hide them from our view.
For He has told us He will enfold us; As the Lord, our God, His Word is true.
The sufferings of these present time can never be found worthy to compare with all the glory then to be revealed in us, Glory so perfect, complete, lacking nothing.
Each day we venture into the unknown; At times we're sure that we must be all alone. Yet, in the storm there comes a peaceful calm; Consoling like the words of holy psalm.
So we must hold Him to His promises when all the shadows hide them from our view. For He has told us He will enfold us; As the Lord, our God, His Word is true.
We say that in the midst of life we die. God answers, "No! It is in death we live!"