Comfort In Sorrow

Deem not that they are blest alone, Whose days a peaceful tenor keep; Th' anointed Son of God makes known A blessing for the eyes that weep.

The light of smiles shall fill again The lids that overflow with tears; And weary hours of toil and pain Forerunners are of happier years.

Yes, a bright day of peaceful rest Succeeds this dark and troubled night; Though grief may bide an evening guest, Yet joy shall come with early light.

Let not the Christian' s trust depart, Though life its common gifts deny; Though with a sinking, fainting heart, He sometimes almost longs to die;

For God has marked each sorrowing day, And numbered every secret tear; And blissful ages yet shall pay For all his children suffer here.