’Tis my happiness below

Not to live without the cross,

But the Saviour’s power to know,

Sanctifying every loss:

Trials must and will befall;

But with humble faith to see

Love inscribed upon them all,—

This is happiness to me.

God in Israel sows the seeds

Of affliction, pain, and toil;

These spring up, and choke the weeds

Which would else o’erspread the soil;

Trials make our faith sublime,

Trials give new life to prayer,

Lift us to a holier clime,

Make us strong to do and bear.