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Until I learned to trust,

I never learned to pray,

And I did not learn to fully trust

Till sorrows came my way.

Until I felt my weakness,

His strength I never knew;

Nor dreamed till I was stricken,

That He could see me through.

Who deepest drinks of sorrow

Drinks deepest too, of grace;

God sends the storm so he Himself

Can be our hiding place.

His heart, that seeks our highest good,

Knows well when things annoy;

But who would long for heaven,

If earth held only joy?