Oh, sor­row­ing mor­tal, why still des­pair,
The Fa­ther will glad­ly be­stow
A ten­der com­pas­sion for all thy care,
A balm for thy ev­ery woe.

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As one whom his mo­ther com­fort­eth,
So will I com­fort you,
So will, so will,
So will I com­fort you.

Thy tears He will change in­to jew­els bright,
Thy sighs will be turned in­to song;
Where now there is dark­ness there shall be light,
The weak through His pow­er be strong.

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His mer­cy en­dur­eth while worlds de­cay,
His pi­ty doth ev­er abide;
He’s ten­der­ly call­ing for thee to­day,
From ov­er the crys­tal tide.

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