There is light among the sha­dows,
There is gold among the dross,
There’s a joy for ev­ery sor­row,
There’s a crown for ev­ery cross;
In this world of sin and sor­row,
Where the heart is bowed with care,
We may view by faith the mor­row,
Where the soul is free from fear.

There is hope with our des­pair­ing,
There is peace ’mid our dis­tress,
For with oth­ers we are shar­ing,
Joy as well as bit­ter­ness;
Clouds have all a sil­ver lin­ing,
Light is shin­ing ov­er­head,
And we know mid our re­pin­ing,
That our hopes have not all fled.

God is liv­ing and re­gard­ing
All the cries of our dis­tress,
God is reign­ing and re­ward­ing
All His own in right­eous­ness;
Evermore this Friend will love us,
Evermore His grace be­stow,
And from yon­der Heav’n ab­ove us,
Peace and bless­ing we shall know.

Bear your crosse­s, un­re­pin­ing,
Take the bit­ter with the sweet,
And your hearts to Him in­clin­ing,
Bow in pa­tience at His feet;
Tell Him there, in sweet sub­mis­sion,
You will wel­come good or ill;
All that comes by His per­mis­sion,
Worketh out His sov­er­eign will.