1 O THOU who driest the mourner's tear,
How dark this world would be,
If, when deceived and wounded here,
We could not fly to thee.
2 The friends who in our sunshine live,
When winter comes, are flown;
And he who has but tears to give,
Must weep those tears alone.
3 But Christ can heal that broken heart,
Which, like the plants that throw
Their fragrance from the wounded part,
Breathes sweetness out of woe.
4 When joy no longer soothes or cheers,
And e'en the hope that threw
A moment's sparkle o'er our tears,
Is dimmed and vanished too:
5 Oh, who could bear life's stormy doom,
Did not his wing of love
Come brightly wafting through the gloom,
Our peace-branch from above.
6 Then sorrow, touched by him, grows bright,
With more than rapture's ray;
As darkness shows us worlds of light
We never saw by day.
Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #632
|Instances (1 - 1 of 1)||Title||First Line||Tune||Tune Key||Author||Meter||Scripture||Date||Subject||Source|
|The Cyber Hymnal #5426||O Thou Who Driest the Mourner's Tear||O Thou who driest the mourner's tear||ELM||Thomas Moore||CM||<cite>Sacred Songs</cite>, 1816|