Through the dark path of sorrow

Through the dark path of sorrow Which Jesus has trod, Thy feeble ones wander, Our Father, our God: And the thick clouds that gather But turn us away From the wast, howling desert, Where He could not stay.

From the cold world that knoweth And loveth its own, Where Jesus was hated, Rejected, unknown, We will cheerfully hasten, Rejoicing to be Counted worthy to suffer, Lord Jesus, for Thee.

In the fierce hour that trieth The children of men, In the hour of temptation, O succour us then! Let the weak and the feeble Find under Thine arm, In the blast of the terrible, Shelter from harm.

When the proud are exalted And seated on high, When trouble and desperate Sorrow draw nigh, When the hearts of all others Are failing for fear, Then we lift up our heads, For the glory is near.

O hasten Thy coming! We long for the day; Bright Star of the morning No longer delay; Let the groaning creation From sorrow be free, And the purchased possession Be gathered to Thee.