Mid joy, mid sorrow, my Lord will lead His child.
With pain, with pleasure, He works redeeming grace.
Earthly things are taken, lost or soon exiled,
Yet gold is gained in His smiling face.
When overwhelmed, I pray to You,
O take my hand and lead me there,
Up to the Rock, my refuge true,
Into the comfort of Your care.
- D. Benning
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