1 He will not always drive the cloud away,
But thro’ the gloom He’ll send a golden ray;
He will not always dry the falling tear,
But to the heart He’ll whisper words of cheer.

Refrain:
He will hide thee under His wings,
He will hide thee under His wings;
O the God of love is the King above,
He will hide thee under His wings.

2 He will not always smooth the stony place,
But with the thorn He’ll give sufficient grace;
He may not spare the rose from wintry blight,
But He will bring again the springtime bright. [Refrain]

3 He may not grant us ev’ry fond desire;
He better knows the blessings we require;
But let us not e’er murmur or complain,
For faith shall find a more exceeding gain. [Refrain]