If your way is fresh and bright,
If your way is dank and strange,
If you move from gloom to light
His compassions never change.
Though the way ahead seems dark,
Though the foe seems to prevail,
Or you’re buoyant as a lark
His compassions never fail.
When oppressions press the brain,
When you need a heavenly Friend,
When your heart is full of pain
His compassions never end.