Here hon, a blessing that I was once given I now pass to you: In Time of Sorrow May you see God\'s light on the path ahead When the road you walk is dark. May you always hear, Even in your hour of sorrow, The gentle singing of the lark. When times are hard may hardness Not turn your heart to stone, And may you always remember You do not walk alone. May God grant you the strength and faith to count your blessings, not your your crosses; count your gains not your losses. Count your joys not your woes; Count your friends not your foes. Count your smiles not your tears; Count your courage not your fears. Count your full years not your lean; Count your kind deeds not your mean. Count your health not your wealth; And love your neighbour as much as yourself. May your days be gold in the rays of the sun; May your nights be silver in the light of the moon; May Jesus welcome you when life is done; But, God willing, may it not be soon; May breezes brush soft against your face; May shamrocks and roses line your way; May you be bathed in God\'s bounteous grace; And may you be given or whatever you pray.