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BLESSED ARE THEY THAT MOURN

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Publishing Committee · Rochester, N. Y. · Dec 20, 1853

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 4, No. 24.

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"BLESSED ARE THEY THAT MOURN."

Oh! deem not they are blessed alone Whose lives a peaceful tenor keep; The Power who pities man has shown A blessing for the eyes that weep.
The light of smiles shall fill again The lids that overflow with tears; And weary hours of woe and pain Are promises of happy years.
There is a day of sunny rest For every dark and troubled night; And grief may hide an evening guest, But joy shall come with early light.
And thou, who o'er thy friend's low bier Sheddest the bitter drops like rain, Hope, that a happier, brighter sphere Will give him to thy arms again.
For God has marked each sorrowing day, And numbered every secret tear; And heaven's long age of bliss shall pay For all its children suffer here.