There's a joy for every sadness;
Every darkness has its light;
Every sorrow has its gladness;
There's a dawn to every night.
Blackest cloud has silver lining;
Wildest tempest has its calm;
Evermore the sun is shining;
Every trouble has its balm.
There are gains for all our losses—
Be they great or be they small;
There are crowns for all our crosses—
Glory crowns, for each, for all.