1. I’ll  never be discouraged  when  dismal  clouds surround,
    And life is full of toil  and  pain,
    Who hath  let  the  clouds, sheds  forth  His rays around,
    He  makes  the  bitter  sweet  to  me.

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    He careth, He  beareth,
    I’m graven in  the  palms of  His  hands ;
    He  watcheth and  guideth,
    He  makes the  bitter  sweet  to  me.

2. Though  perils  haunt  my  way and  billows  high may roll,
    Yet  by  His  grace  I  shall  prevail ;
    For  sheltered  'neath His  wings, no  terrors drown my soul,
    He makes  the  bitter sweet  to  me.

3. My joy the  path  of  suffering,  my life I count not dear,
    With patience  I  the race shall run ;
    Some stumble and  fall back, but  I  to Him draw near,
    He makes the  bitter sweet  to  me.

4. Infallible His promise, by  faith  I  overcome,
    Now  bound to Him  by  love’s  strong  cord,
    Saints  grown  to  Him in  fulness  one  fold in Him become,
    He makes the  bitter sweet  to  me.

5. When  Christ Who  is our life in  glory  shall appear,
    His  faithful  servants  He’ll  reward ;
    And then no pain nor sorrow, His  love  wipes every tear,
    He  makes the  bitter sweet  to me.