Song amid Sorrow

“We sat down, yea, we wept... How shall we sing the LORD'S song in a strange land?” (Psalm 137:1,4).  “The blessing of the LORD, it maketh rich, and he addeth no sorrow with it” (Proverbs 10:22).  “I am the Door: by Me if any man enter in, he shall be saved… I am the Good Shepherd: the Good Shepherd giveth His life for the sheep... My sheep hear My voice, and I know them, and they follow Me:  and I give unto them eternal life; and they shall never perish, neither shall any man pluck them out of My hand” (John 10:9-29). 

Though sorrows may rise up in season

And crash in upon us like waves,
Our joy is sustained for this reason:
Our Savior is faithful who saves!

Though now we are in a strange land,

Unsure what the next day will bring,
Our Lord is still holding our hand,
And He is the reason we sing! 

Remember the sorrows He bore

That we might forever be blest!
Remember that Christ is the Door  
Whereby we have entered His rest!

Remember that we are His sheep

For whom the Good Shepherd has died,
And all of His own He will keep:  
How safely with Him we abide!

The sorrows of this life are real,

Yet so are blessings Christ gives  
With treasures that no one can steal,
Secure, since forever He lives. 

All those who are His hear His voice,

And each of His sheep follow Him.  
How great is our cause to rejoice,
As blessings run over the brim!

O Lord, we give thanks for Your joy

When everything seems to go wrong.
Though Satan would kill and destroy,
He can’t rob our souls of Your song.

We know, Lord, You’ll wipe tears away

When sin, death, and sickness are gone. 
We’ll preach the Good News till that day
And sing till that morning shall dawn.