When in dark days you are
Oppressed by secret sorrow,
And in quiet laments
Your eyes gaze upward;
When from above no light then 
Falls into your soul:
Do not despair, you weary one,
[Your]1 God governs the world.

For your sufferings as well, 
He has decreed a wise goal;
They shall be transformed into joys
When He takes you up to Himself.
Then you shall learn to see more clearly
That which eluded your gaze down here,
From the cloudless heights you shall
Look down upon this land of trial.

Then the darkness shall be
Dissipated by God's light,
The wisdom of his decisions
Shall be revealed by eternity;
Then tears of joy shall flow,
Then your joyful gratitude shall resound,
The ignominy of the world shall become honour,
The lament [shall become] a song of praise.

Your short life-span shall have been
Completed to God's glory,
You became clever and wise,
Therefore the Lord accepted you.
Now the joys of proven virtue
Shall never vanish from you,
God tried them through suffering,
And now He shall reward them.

May this stem your anxieties,
May it illuminate your night
And show you the morning
That shall someday make you glad.
May this teach you, with trust in God,
The Lord of the world,
To look upward
When your happiness utterly falls into ruin.

Thus in quietude gather up
The comfort of Providence;
Its council shall be revealed,
Its light shall make you happy.
Someday you shall bless the paths
Upon which God has led you
And shall thank His mercy,
Which governs your pathway.