DEPLORE NOT THE SHADOWS OF LIFE.
Our lives are rounded out by pain,And though it oft doth seemThat we have more than we can bear,Through it we catch a gleamOf light celestial from on high;The angels speak sweet wordsOf hope, and peace, encouragement,Their loving care engirdsOur weary, worn, and saddened hearts,And though not understoodWhile here on earth, we know full wellOur lives, by God are viewed.E’en though in life are many clouds;There is some sunshine too;Then store the sunshine you may haveAnd shadows not pursue.
Our lives are rounded out by pain,And though it oft doth seemThat we have more than we can bear,Through it we catch a gleamOf light celestial from on high;The angels speak sweet wordsOf hope, and peace, encouragement,Their loving care engirdsOur weary, worn, and saddened hearts,And though not understoodWhile here on earth, we know full wellOur lives, by God are viewed.E’en though in life are many clouds;There is some sunshine too;Then store the sunshine you may haveAnd shadows not pursue.