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I've
been through the valley of weeping,
The valley of sorrow and
pain;
But the God of all comfort was with me,
At hand to
uphold and sustain.
As the
earth needs the clouds and the sunshine
Our souls need both
sorrow and joy,
So he places us oft in the furnace,
The
dross from the gold to destroy.
When He
leads thru some valley of trouble
His omnipotent hand we can
trace;
For the trials and sorrows He sends us
Are part of
His lessons of Grace.
Oft we
shrink from the purging and pruning,
Forgetting the husbandman
knows
That the deeper the cutting and paring
The richer the
cluster that grows.
Well He
knows that affliction is needed,
He has a wise purpose in
view;
And in the dark valley He whispers,
"Hereafter thou
shalt know what I do."
As we
travel through life's shadowed valley,
Fresh springs of His
love ever rise,
And we learn that our sorrow and losses
Are
blessings just sent in disguise.
So
we'll follow wherever He leads us,
Let the path be dreary or
bright,
For we've proved that our God can give comfort,
Our
God can give songs in the night.
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