Classic Poem

Song II

1

Hearken what God doth speak
To such as mourn aright,
That under his Afflicting hand
Are broken and contrite.
Blessed are those that mourn;
They shall be comforted:
As first in Sorrow, so in Joy
They shall be like their Head.

2

Thus saith the lofty One,
Th' Eternal, Holy Lord;
I dwell in humble contrite Hearts,
That tremble at my Word:
Their Spirits to revive,
And greatly them to chear;
For I'le not always angry be,
With such as do me fear.

3

Yea Christ anointed is
To binde the broken heart;
To comfort such as mourn aright
And to relieve their smart.
Thou need'st not doubt, but that
Most seas'nably he will
In pity and in faithfulness
His office well fulfil.

4

Hee'll heal thy broken heart
And up thy wounds will binde:
He will raise up the bowed down:
He to the Just is kinde.
Hee'll not cast off for ay:
But though grief cause he should,
Yet will he have compassion
In's Mercies manifold.

5

Though Sorrow may abide
And tarry for a night:
Comfort will come at break of day,
And Joy at Morning light.
For Christ doth his support,
And comfort in distress:
He will not leave them Orphan-like,
All sad and comfortless.

6

Another comforter
He promiseth to leave,
His holy Spirit, whom the world
Knows not, nor can receive
He shall abide with them,
And them most Joyfull make:
And this their joy no mortal man,
Nor Dev'l shall from them take.

7

In Tribulations great
He teacheth them to glory:
And under Sufferings to rejoyce,
Which use to make them sorry.
When as their outward case
Is most calamitous:
He can give joy unspeakable;
And also glorious.

8

But what they here enjoy
Is but a little taste,
Unto the Harvest of that joy
They shall receive at last.
These are but the first-fruits,
Joy's fulness is before
God's face and eke at his right hand
Are pleasures evermore.