Who comforts me in darkest night?
- Who drank the cup of suffering
in darkest night and thought of me?
It was my dearest Jesus.
How well He knows of grief and woe
and well He knows how to console
my heart in all affliction.
His love enfolds me tenderly;
both day and night He thinks of me
and counts each tear of sorrow.
- His arms are open wide for me;
into His heart He lets me see,
and it is love, love only.
I know He plans my path with care
and only gives me grief to bear,
close to His heart to draw me.
It is His love that’s training me,
and in His love He tenderly
would draw me home to heaven.