Comfort for Pious Parents, Who Have Been Bereaved of Their Children

Verse 1

Ye mourning saints, whose streaming tears Flow o'er your children dead: Say not in transports of despair, That all your hopes are fled.

Verse 2

While cleaving to that darling dust, In fond distress ye lie; Rise, and with joy and rev'rence view A heavenly parent nigh.

Verse 3

"I'll give the mourner," saith the Lord, "In my own house a place; "No names of daughters and of sons "Could yield so high a grace.

Verse 4

"Transient and vain is ev'ry hope A rising race can give; In endless honour and delight My children all shall live."

Verse 5

We welcome, Lord! those rising tears, Through which thy face we see, And bless those wounds, which thro' our hearts Prepare a way for thee.