The path is hard and the way is drear,
Trials and labor have taken their toll;
But through the struggle this I've learned,
It's in the Valley He restoreth my soul.
The storm rages on and my ship goes down,
Caught on some barren shoal;
Though I cannot see in the driving rain,
It's in the Valley He restoreth my soul.
It's the Valley's of life when all seems lost,
When I've lost all sense of control;
My Savior's plans become crystal clear,
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