Amid the wint'ry gloom,
Thank God, I see with kindling eye
The Rose of Sharon bloom!

It is enough--my earthly hopes
Are fading one by one;
My God and my Redeemer lives,
And may his will be done.

I know that in a better world
I shall look back and say
I never could have reached my home
By any other way.

And such a home! no frightful dreams,
No wakings to despair--
No cries of--God remove the cup,
Or give me strength to bear!

No pillows wet with burning tears,--
No longings wild and vain
To wander in the pleasant fields,
Or dear old woods again!

But love and peace, and endless joy,
And rest to me how strange!
Lord give me patience to await
The happy, happy change!