I shall take all thorns on which I tread
And weave a crown of glory for my head.
The way of deepest darkness! Ah Black night!
I shall dispel thy gloom -- disperse it by my light.
The heartbreaks, the tragedies, the sorrows and the tears
Shall be the shining glory of the coming years.
The troubles and despairs I meet along the road
Shall be the leverage to lift the load
Of utter desolation which I am called to bear.
And so I glorify all troubles by a prayer
Of deepest gratitude, exalted by my praise --
And thus God walks with me in all my ways.
And only power enfolds me as I move along
With winged feet in rhythm with the Angels' song.
All darkness has been conquered! Gone is the night!
I walk in glory and am clothed in light!