There is ne­ver a day so drea­ry,
But God can make it bright;
And un­to the soul that trusts Him,
He giv­eth songs in the night.
There is ne­ver a path so hid­den,
But God will lead the way,
If we seek for the Spi­rit’s guid­ance,
And pa­tient­ly wait and pray,
If we seek for the Spi­rit’s guid­ance,
And pa­tient­ly wait and pray.

There is ne­ver a cross so hea­vy,
But the nail scarred hands are there,
Outstretched in ten­der com­pas­sion
The bur­den to help us bear.
There is ne­ver a heart so brok­en,
But the lov­ing Lord can heal;
For the heart that was pierced on Cal­v’ry,
Doth still for His loved ones feel;
For the heart that was pierced on Cal­v’ry,
Doth still for His loved ones feel.

There is ne­ver a life so dark­ened,
So hope­less and un­blest,
But may be filled with the light of God,
And en­ter His pro­mised rest.
There is ne­ver a sin or sor­row,
There is ne­ver a care or loss,
But that we may bring to Je­sus,
And leave at the foot of the cross,
But that we may bring to Je­sus,
And leave at the foot of the cross.