Why should a mortal man complain
At his trials in this wicked world?
Nay, let us thank God’s holy name
For all His love o’er us unfurled.
O Jesus, bear our souls above
Each wave of trouble that we meet;
Then in the furnace of Thy love
We’ll sing Thy praise with joy complete!
Oh, why should anyone oppressed
Forget the promise of our God!
To thee each providence is blest
If in love thou bear the chast’ning rod.
Oh, who would cast away the gold
We’ve gathered in the furnace flame!
And who would wish again the dross
Here purged in our Redeemer’s name?