The Mouner

Verse 1

Lord Jesus, if the same you are, if all your promises are sure, set up your kingdom in my heart and make me rich, for I am poor; to me be all your treasure given, the kingdom of an inward heaven.

Verse 2

You have pronounced the mourners blest; for loss of you I ever mourn: I cannot, and I will not rest till you, my only rest, return; till you, the Prince of Peace, appear, and I receive the Comforter.

Verse 3

Where is the blessedness bestowed on all that hunger after you? I hunger now, I thirst for God: now this poor sinner's life renew, and satisfy with endless peace, and fill me with your righteousness.

Verse 4

Shine on your work, disperse the gloom, light in your light I'll see anew: say to my soul, 'Your light is come, glory divine is risen on you, your warfare's done, your mourning's past; look up, your tears shall end at last!'