Author: Anon. Hymnal: The Voice of Praise #631 (1873) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 In trouble and in grief, O God,
Thy smile hath cheered my way;
And joy hath budded from each thorn
That round my footsteps lay.
2 The hours of pain have yielded good
Which prosperous days refused;
As herbs, though scentless when entire,
Spread fragrance when they're bruised.
3 The oak strikes deeper as its boughs
By furious blasts are driven;
So life's tempestuous storms the more
Have fixed my heart in heaven.
4 All-gracious Lord, whate'er my lot
In other times may be,
I'll welcome still the heaviest grief
That brings me near to thee. Topics: The Christian Life Trial and Patience; It is Good that I have been Afflicted
In trouble and in grief, O God