God will bless the brokenhearted, And His goodness I will see;
Tho’ my dreams have all departed, He is near to comfort me.
Standing here amid the rubble Where my earthly hopes had soared,
I will turn to Him in trouble; This time, I will praise the Lord.
Now I see my former blindness; Now I see my plans were vain,
Yet in God is loving-kindness, And His promises remain.
With His grace, He will anoint me; With His hand, He will reward;
He will never disappoint me; This time, I will praise the Lord.
For the gifts that He has given, For the gifts He will not give,
I will praise the God of heaven; I will share in Him and live.
In the joy of present blessing, In the hope of loss restored,
By my faith, I come confessing; This time, I will praise the Lord.