1 Oh, deem not they are blest alone,
Whose lives a peaceful tenor keep;
For God, who pities man, hath shown
A blessing for the eyes that weep.
2 The light of smiles shall fill again
The lids that overflow with tears;
And weary hours of woe and pain
Are promises of happier years.
3 There is a day of sunny rest
For every dark and troubles night;
And grief may bide an evening guest,
But joy shall come with early light.
4 Nor let the good man's trust depart,
Though life its common gifts deny;
Though with a pierced and broken heart
And spurn'd of men he goes to die.
5 For God has mark'd each sorrowing day,
And number'd every secret tear,
And heaven's long age of bliss shall pay
For all His children suffer here.
Source: Book of Worship (Rev. ed.) #386