Our Consolation
Verse 1
O thou who driest the mourner' s tear, How dark this world would be, If, when deceived and wounded here, We could not fly to thee!
Verse 2
But thou wilt heal the broken heart Which, like the plants that throw Their fragrance from the wounded part, Breathes sweetness out of woe.
Verse 3
O! who could bear life' s stormy doom, Did not thy wing of love Come gently wafting, through the gloom, Our peace-branch from above?
Verse 4
E' en sorrow, touched by heav' n, grows bright With more than rapture' s ray, As darkness shows us worlds of light We never saw by day.