Joy in Sorrow

I’ve found a joy in sor­row

a sec­ret balm for pain

A beau­ti­ful to­mor­row of sun­shine af­ter rain;

I’ve found a branch of heal­ing near every bit­ter spring;

A whis­pered pro­mise steal­ing o’er ev­ery brok­en string

A whis­pered pro­mise stea­ling o’er ev­ery brok­en string.

I’ve found a glad ho­san­na for ev­ery woe and wail;

A handful of sweet ma­nna when grapes of Es­chol fail;

I’ve found a Rock of Ag­es when de­sert wells are dry;

And

after wea­ry stag­es

I’ve found an Elim nigh

And

after wea­ry stag­es

I’ve found an Elim nigh.

An Elim with its cool­ness

its fount­ains

and its shade;

A bless­ing in its full­ness

when buds of pro­mise fade;

O’er tears of soft con­tri­tion I’ve seen a rain­bow light

A glo­ry and fru­ition

so near! yet out of sight

A glo­ry and fru­ition

so near! yet out of sight.

My Sav­ior

Thee pos­sess­ing

I have the joy

the balm

The heal­ing and the bless­ing

the sun­shine and the psalm;

The pro­mise for the fear­ful

the Elim for the faint

The rain­bow for the tear­ful

the glo­ry for the saint!

The rain­bow for the tear­ful

the glo­ry for the saint!