Tho’ dark be my way, since he is my guide,
‘Tis mine to obey, ’tis his to provide;
Tho’ cisterns be broken, and creatures all fail,
The word he has spoken shall surely prevail.

Since all that I meet shall work for my good,
The bitter is sweet, the med’cine is food;
Tho’ painful at present, ’twill cease before long,
And then, O how pleasant, the conqueror’s song!

Recordings 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8