WHEN I’m low in spirit, I cry Lord
Lift me up, for I want to go higher
With thee, but the Lord knows I can’t stay
On the mountain, so He picked out the valley for me.
Where He leads me besides still waters
Somewhere in the valley below
Then He draws me aside to be tested
And tried in the valley He restoreth my soul
There it’s dark as the dungeon
And the sun sometimes don’t shine,
And I question, “Lord why must it be?”
But He tells me there’s joy in my sorrow,
And there is victory in trial for me.