There is no sullen silence where I may not hear his voice; there is no pain or sadness but he whispers still, "Rejoice". I cross no stony desert where the lost may not be found; I walk no empty valley which is not my Father's ground. There is no separation which his love may not unite; there is no pain or darkness which his truth cannot make bright. I trace no lonely pathway where a friend may not be found; I face no desolation which is not my Father's ground. There is no bitter struggle where his peace will not prevail; there is no power of evil which, against him, will not fail. I lift no heavy burden whose relief may not be found; I climb no endless mountain which is not my Father's ground.