Sorrow and sin, and suffering and strife, br Have been cast in the waters of my life; br And they have sunk deep down to the well-head, br And all that flows thence is embitterèd. br Yet still the fountain up towards heaven springs, br And still the brook where'er it wanders sings; br And still where'er it hath found leave to rest, br The blessed sun looks down into its breast; br And it reflects, as in a mirror fair, br The image of all beauty shining there.