God's Mighty Hand

For everything that happens wrong
A dozen things go right;
For every tear a flood of song
Rings out across the night.

For every dark and stormy day
A week of days are fair;
However chill the clouds, and grey,
‘Tis always bright, somewhere.

For every heart of bitterness
A host of hearts are light;
For every hour of deep distress,
A whole long day is bright.

For every faithless friend we find
That many friends are true —
So, after all, is God’s mighty hand
To such as me and you.

—Clarence Edwin Flynn