340. 11 & 10s. M. Anonymous. The Mourner.

1 Weep thou, O mourner! but in lamentation
Let thy Redeemer still remembered be;
Strong is His arm, the God of thy salvation,
Strong is His love to cheer and comfort thee.

2 Cold though the world be, in the way before thee
Wail not in sadness o'er the darkling tomb;
God in His love still watcheth kindly o'er thee,
Light shineth still above the clouds of gloom.

3 Dimmed though thine eyes be with the tears of sorrow Night only known beneath the sky of time,
Faith can behold the dawning of a morrow
Glowing in smiles of life and joy sublime.

4 Change, then, O mourner, grief to exultation;
Firm and confiding should thy spirit be;
Strong is His arm, the God of thy salvation,
Strong is His love to cheer and comfort thee.