p. 206 | WE MOURN by Mrs. R. Smith

Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · Oct 29, 1857

WE MOURN.

By Mrs. R. Smith

We mourn our follies past, Our vanity and pride, And that we aught should know, Save Jesus crucified.

We mourn the want of faith, That faith that works by love; We mourn we e'er should lack True wisdom from above.

We mourn thine absence, Lord, The hiding of thy face, And hate indeed those sins That hinder thy free grace.

In our infirmity, We'll glory, and in God, And thank him, while we mourn, We're sons beneath the rod.

The promise stands secure To those who mourn aright; They shall be comforted; In God shall they delight.

'Tis comfort most we need, When mourning and oppressed; And O! what joy to know In God we may be blest!

We'll mourn as Jesus mourned; He groaned, he wept, he prayed; But we can ne'er repay— The debt we owe, he paid.

Though in humility, We're called to suffer here, None will be found to mourn In yon celestial sphere.

No sorrow there! we read, All tears are wiped away; But O! the glory'll be, With Christ our Lord to stay.

Not for a fleeting day, As here our visits are; But evermore shall we Eternal glories share.

Mrs. R. Smith. West Wilton, N. H.