What though my joys and comforts die?
                                        
                                        The Lord my Savior liveth;
                                        
                                        What though the darkness gather round!
                                        
                                        Songs in the night He giveth:
                                        
                                        No storm can shake my inmost calm
                                        
                                        While to that refuge clinging;
                                        
                                        Since Christ is Lord of Heav’n and earth,
                                        
                                        How can I keep from singing?