When I am grieved, down-cast, alone,
And tears flow down my cheeks unknown,
He drives the sorrow from my heart,
New happiness and joys impart;
He clears the paths that once seemed rough,
He holds my hand, That is enough.
Why should He all my burdens bear?
Why should He all my sorrows share?
And when my feet are wont to stray,
He guides them on the narrow way,
I only know when roads are rough,
He holds my hand, That is enough.
Because of Jesus' love for me,
He trod the road to Calvary;
He paid the ransom price for me,
And shed His blood upon the tree.
Now, if my path be smooth or rough,
He holds my hand, That is enough.
Just trust Him and His cleansing blood,
And rest in His great matchless love;
He came, your precious soul to save,
That you eternal life might have;
And if your path be smooth or rough,
He'll hold your hand, 'Twill be enough.
June W Mills
