At the Burial of the Dead The Light in Darkness.

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Mag auch die Liebe weinen

[250]F. A. Krummacher.

Though Love may weep with breaking heart,

There comes, O Christ, a Day of Thine,

There is a Morning Star must shine,

And all these shadows shall depart.

Though Faith may droop and tremble here,

That Day of light shall surely come;

His path has led him safely home;

When twilight breaks the dawn is near.

Though Hope seem now to have hoped in vain,

And Death seem king of all below,

There yet shall come the Morning-glow,

And wake our slumberers once again.