Thou Only Solace in Sorrow

Verse 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!

Verse 2

O, who would bear life's stormy doom, Did not thy wing of love Come, brightly wafting through the gloom Our peace-branch from above?

Verse 3

Each sorrow, touched by thee, grows bright With more than rapture's ray, As darkness shows us worlds of light We never saw by day.