O! the blessed promise, given on the hills of Galilee
To the weary, heavy laden, still is made to you and me.
Many a heart has thrilled to hear it,
Many a tear been wiped away,
Many a load of sin been lifted,
Many a midnight turned to day. Many a broken, contrite spirit, lonely, sorrowing and
sad,
*Felt the mighty consolation*—heard the heavenly tidings
glad.**
And the dying gazed with rapture—
Trusting in the Saviour's name—
On the land of rest and refuge;
Whence the Consolation came. Lazarus lies unfed and fainting, Peter sinks beneath
the wave,
Loving Mary lingers sadly near the Saviour's guarded
grave.
Blind Bartimeus, by the wayside,
Begs his bread disconsolate;
For the moving of the waters
At the pool the suffering wait. In the wilderness the lepers wander outcast in their
pain;
Paul and Silas in the prison bear the fetter and the
chain;
Mary Magdalene is weeping,
Friendless in her sin and shame—
But their burdens all were lifted
When the CONSOLATION came. Every phase of human sorrow fills the path we tread
to-day;
Harps are hanging on the willows, souls are fainting by
the way.
But there still is balm in Gilead,
And though here on earth we weep,
God, within the many mansions,
Giveth his beloved sleep. On the cloud his rainbow glitters, shines the star of
faith above;
God will not forsake or leave us—let us trust his truth
and love.
And beyond the shining river,
We shall bless his holy name
That, to bear our sins and sorrows,
Christ the Consolation came.