O 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 is 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.

All thy woe and sadness, in this world below,
Balance not the gladness thou in Hea­ven shalt know,
When thy gracious Sav­ior in the realms above
Crowns thee with His favor, fills thee with His love.