The light of smiles shall fill
The lids that overflow with tears;
And weary hours of wo and pain,
Are promises of happier years.
There is a day of sunny rest,
For every dark and troubled night;
Though grief may bide an evening guest,
Yet joy shall come with early light.
Nor let the food 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.
For God has mark’d each sorrowing day,
And number’d every secret tear;
And heaven’s eternal bliss shall pay
For all his children suffer here.
Hymns for the Use of the Methodist Episcopal Church: With Tunes for Congregational Worship (1857, Carlton and Porter, New York).
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