O help me stand still
When all around me is dark,
Yea, to still stand,
When all around seems a loss,
Let me stand, stand still,
Against the wiles of the evil one -
For all the sorrows of saints,
Shall be surely transmuted,
Even the worst of them,
That looks as if,
They'll forever remain
Fountains of bitterness,
Must all be transmuted;
Then, my loads of sorrow,
Will become tons of joy,
At the touch of Him -
The Alchemy of heaven.

Then,
The bitterer the trouble ...