I lay last night and knew not why I was sad. “‘Tis well with God,” I said, “and he is the truth;
Let that content me.”—’Tis not strength, nor youth,
Nor buoyant health, nor a heart merry-mad,
That makes the fact of things wherein men live:
He is the life, and doth my life outgive;
In him there is no gloom, but all is solemn-glad.
– George MacDonald