I’ve found a joy in sorrow, a secret balm for pain, A beautiful tomorrow of sunshine after rain; I’ve found a branch of healing near every bitter spring; A whispered promise stealing o’er every broken string, A whispered promise stealing o’er every broken string. I’ve found a glad hosanna for every woe and wail; A handful of sweet manna when grapes of Eschol fail; I’ve found a Rock of Ages when desert wells are dry; And, after weary stages, I’ve found an Elim nigh, And, after weary stages, I’ve found an Elim nigh. An Elim with its coolness, its fountains, and its shade; A blessing in its fullness, when buds of promise fade; O’er tears of soft contrition I’ve seen a rainbow light, A glory and fruition, so near! yet out of sight, A glory and fruition, so near! yet out of sight. My Savior, Thee possessing, I have the joy, the balm, The healing and the blessing, the sunshine and the psalm; The promise for the fearful, the Elim for the faint, The rainbow for the tearful, the glory for the saint! The rainbow for the tearful, the glory for the saint! |