O ye tears, what consolation,
What relief ye bring about
When Distress, in robes of anguish,
Doth the bitter dregs deal out;
Or when Grief her gloomy curtain,
Many plied, hangs o'er the soul,
Darkening Hope's bright recesses,
Hiding fate from man's control.
O ye tears, when from the heart's core
Ye do cry, thy plaintive speech
Melts the rock of human hardness,
Ushers pity into reach.
Ah, the stillness of thy footsteps
Brings a hush, doth mirth enthrall,
For thy footprints tell a story
That is common unto all.
O ye tears, what would we mortals
Do without your kindly aid?
With no outlet to the feelings
Hearts must burst and lives must fade.
Thanks to Thee, O mindful Parent,
For this gift—the dew of heaven.
Note the tears of sin's repentance,
Write with Pity's tears, "Forgiven."