’Tis my happiness below,

Not to live without the cross,

But the Saviour’s power to know,

Sanctifying every loss.

2 Trials must and will befall;

But with humble faith to see

Love inscribed upon them all—

This is happiness to me.

3 Did I meet no trials here,

No chastisement by the way;

Might I not, with reason, fear

I should prove a castaway?

4 Trials make the promise sweet;

Trials give new life to prayer;

Trials bring me to his feet—

Lay me low, and keep me there.