I mourn with thee, and
yet rejoice
That thou shouldst sorrow
so;
With angel choirs I join
my voice
To bless the sinner's woe.
Though friends and kindred
turn away,
And laugh thy grief to scorn;
I hear the great Redeemer
say,
"Blessed are ye that mourn."
Hold on thy course, nor deem
it strange
That earthly cords are riven:
Man may lament the wondrous
change,
But "there is joy in heaven!"
