THREE gracious words. Not all for naught
Is sorrow, grief and pain;
The heavy burdens that we bear
Will not be borne in vain.
Our heavenly Father knows our frame,
He knows how weak we are,
And every sigh and every tear
He seeth from afar. If daily cares oppress our heart,
And earthly comforts flee;
Does aught disturb our peace of mind,
He knows it needs to be.
And when the "need be" has fulfilled
The end marked out by God,
And we are brought to trust him more,
He will remove the rod. Oh, blessed thought, there's not a drop
In all the cup of woe,
That is not measured by his hand,
And will not overflow.
Then may we ever trust his love,
And though severely tried,
Remember that it needs to be,
And in his strength abide.