p. 1 | WEEP NOT, CHRISTIAN

Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jul 30, 1857

WEEP NOT, CHRISTIAN.

WEEP not, Christian, though oppression O'er these wretched lands abound; Wrongs, with uncontrolled aggression, Spread their baneful influence round. Still forbear impassioned feeling, Wipe the trembling tear away; God for thee is now revealing Worlds of infinite array.

Sigh not, Christian, though thy crosses Far exceed what others bear; Heaven will reimburse thy losses, All thy injuries repair. Beauteous robes will soon be tender'd For the anguish here sustain'd; More than double will be render'd, More than Paradise regain'd.

Fear not, Christian, war's fierce minions; Firmer grasp thy sword and shield; Dauntless hear their hostile clarions Challenge to the battle-field. Led by virtue's nobler interest, Bolder than a lion stand; God will mark thy way to conquest With a strong and mighty hand.

Fear not, Christian, life's rough ocean, Though its waves infuriate be; Raging seas in wild commotion Will not, cannot, injure thee. Thou shalt brave the howling tempest, Fearless ride the foaming main, By Omnipotence encompass'd, Heaven's peaceful harbor gain.

There's perpetual calm and glory, Past the surging billows' roar; Bliss unfading lies before thee, Where the winter's storms are o'er. Far surpassing expectation, Bloom the regions of the blest, There the grieved find consolation, And the wearied soul a rest.

Sigh not, Christian, thou hast treasure, Richly stored in realms sublime, Pure, serene, elysian pleasure, In a more exuberant clime. Happier scenes than these will greet thee, Where thy weeping shall be o'er; Kindred spirits soon shall meet thee, Where the landscape fade no more.

Sigh not, Christian; full enjoyment Shall thy endless portion be; Sweetest praise, thy lov'd employment, Chanted through eternity. There where rests each gentle spirit, Peace extends a boundless sway, There the ransomed shall inherit Mansions of eternal day.

Here we know not what we shall be; But when Jesus shall appear, Clothed with all his dazzling glory, Then we shall his likeness bear. Hallelujah to our Saviour! He hath brought our souls to God. Glory be to him forever! Who hath washed us in his blood.

O ye cherub millions aid us; Tune your soft, ethereal lyres, Praise him who redeem'd and made us, All ye high angelic choirs. Hallelujah to our Saviour! He redeemed us by his blood, Glory be to him forever! Who hath brought us home to God!