Our light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory.
2 Cor. iv. 17.
Heinrich Siegmund Oswald. 1793.
Frances E. Cox. Tr. 1864
Oh! let him whose sorrow No relief can find, Trust in God, and borrow Ease for heart and mind. | Where the mourner weeping Sheds the secret tear, God His watch is keeping, Though none else be near. | God will never leave thee, All thy wants He knows, Feels the pains that grieve thee, Sees thy cares and woes. | Raise thine eyes to heaven When thy spirits quail, When, by tempests driven, Heart and courage fail. | When in grief you languish, He will dry the tear, Who His children’s anguish Soothes with succour near. | All thy woe and sadness In this world below, Balance not the gladness Thou in heaven shalt know, | When thy gracious Saviour, In the realms above, Crowns thee with His favour, Fills thee with His love. | |