When life is going well for me,

When victory is in sight,

Joyfully I praise my God

For I can see the Light.

Yet when my heart is sorrowing,

When worry drags me down,

Will I be able still to praise

My God who wears the crown?

Will I still trust His sovereignty

When torture is applied?

Will I stand firmly on the truth,

Or be convinced to lie?

In times of suffering, sickness, pain,

When time is right for death,

Will I cry out for more of life—

Or praise Him with my final breath?