Tis My Happiness Below Not To Live Without The Cross, But The Saviour'S Power To Know, Sanctifying Every Loss: Trials Must And Will Befall; But With Humble Faith To See Love Inscribed Upon Them All, This Is Happiness To Me. God In Israel Sows The Seeds Of Affliction, Pain, And Toil; These Spring Up And Choke The Weeds Which Would Else O'Erspread The Soil: Trials Make The Promise Sweet, Trials Give New Life To Prayer; Trials Bring Me To His Feet, Lay Me Low, And Keep Me There. Did I Meet No Trials Here, No Chastisement By The Way: Might I Not, With Reason, Fear I Should Prove A Castaway? Bastards May Escape The Rod,[1] Sunk In Earthly, Vain Delight; But The True Born Child Of God Must Not, Would Not, If He Might.