1. Our highest joys succeed our griefs, And peace is born of pain; Smiles follow bitter blinding tears, As sunshine follows rain.
2. We gain our rest through weariness, From bitter draw the sweet: Strength comes from weakness, hope from fear, And victory from defeat.
3. We reap where we have sown the seed; Gain is the fruit of loss; Life springs from death and, at the end, The crown succeeds the cross.Source: The Cyber Hymnal #4968