Classic Poem

O let him whose sorrow
No relief can find,
Trust in God, and borrow
Ease for heart and mind.

Where the mourner weeping
Sheds the secret tear,
God his watch is keeping,
Though none else be near.

God will never leave thee,
All thy wants he knows,
Feels the pains that grieve thee,
Sees thy cares and woes.

Raise thine eyes to heaven
Should thy spirits quail,
When, by tempests driven
Sight and steering fail.

All our woe and trouble
Justice will requite,
All our joys redouble
In the eternal height.

Jesus gracious Saviour,
In the realms above
Crown us with Thy favour,
Fill us with thy love.