When sorrow comes, as come it must In God a man
must place his trust There is no power in mortal
speech The anguish of his soul to reach No voice,
however sweet and low Can comfort him or ease the
blow
He cannot from his fellow men Take strength
that will sustain him then With all that kindly hands
will do And all that love may offer, too He must
believe throughout the test That God has willed it
for the best
We who would be his friends are
dumb Words from our lips but feebly come We feel,
as we extend our hands That one Power only understands
And truly knows the reason why So beautiful a soul
must die
We realize how helpless then Are
all the gifts of mortal men No words which we have
power to say Can take the sting of grief away
That Power which marks the sparrow's fall Must comfort
and sustain us all
When sorrow comes, as come
it must In God, a man must place his trust With
all the wealth which he may own He cannot meet the
test alone And only he may stand serene Who has
a faith on which to lean