I Would Not Have It All Roses


I would not have it all roses
So fragrant, lovely and fair,
But Eden blossoms within me
When all without seemeth bare.
The thorns and briers may bruise me
And pierce with sorrow my feet;
But One who walketh beside me
Makes life’s dreary desert more sweet,
The One who walketh beside me
Makes life’s dreary desert most sweet.

‘Tis not when skies are the fairest
That most of glory I see;
When clouds hang darkly above me
More close seems Jesus to be.
When Joys of earth have departed
The heav’ns appear to my view;
I hear the voice of my Savior,
“Behold, I will make all things new;”
I hear the voice of my Savior,
“Behold, I will make all things new.”