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The Mourner’s Consolation.

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.

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