mfI sing the love of “God my Father

Whose Spirit abides within

Who changes all my grief to gladness

And pardons me all my sin

Though clouds may lower, dark and dreary

Yet He has promised to be near

He gives me sunshine for my shadow

And "beauty for ashes,” here.

I sing the love of Christ, my Saviour

Who suffered upon the tree

That, in the secret of His presence

My bondage might freedom be

He come “to bind the broken-hearted,”

He comes the fainting soul to cheer

He give me “oil of joy" for mourning

And “beauty for ashes," here.

I sing the beauty of the Gospel

That scatters not thorns but flowers;

That bids me scatter smiles and sunbeams

Wherever are lonely hours

The “garment of His praise’’ it offers

For “heaviness of His spirit,” drear

It give me sunshine for my shadow,

And “beauty for ashes,” here.