The sweetest word cannot express,
Nor deepest sea can ever possess,
Nor all the world can ever contain,
The peace God gives amidst the pain.
For tho' my heartbreaks lay me low,
Confound my path, remove life's glow,
And troubles hit on every hand,
I have a Friend who will understand.
And when I face my darkest hour,
I have a Source of secret power,
And to that Source I fain would go,
Because I find no help below.
How oft' I've knelt upon my knees,
And poured my anguish out to Thee,
Oh, God, I praise Thee for this pain,
That more of Your sweet peace I shall gain.
By Beverly Brush