Poems (Coolidge)/Sorrow-Taught
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SORROW-TAUGHT
I never knew the height and depth
Of my dear Father's love
Until, through suffering, I learned
His tenderness to prove;
Through rifts in darkest clouds I see
Light coming from above.
Of my dear Father's love
Until, through suffering, I learned
His tenderness to prove;
Through rifts in darkest clouds I see
Light coming from above.
As sunrise gilds each mountain top,
Faith lights that "narrow way,"
The path my weary feet must climb
To reach the perfect day;
And, sorrow-taught, I lean on One
Whose will I must obey.
Faith lights that "narrow way,"
The path my weary feet must climb
To reach the perfect day;
And, sorrow-taught, I lean on One
Whose will I must obey.
The peace beyond all knowledge now
Shall my sweet portion be,
By strength divine my cross I lift,
While love sustaineth me;
In His good time I'll lay it down
For all eternity.
Shall my sweet portion be,
By strength divine my cross I lift,
While love sustaineth me;
In His good time I'll lay it down
For all eternity.