I mourn with thee, and yet
That thou shouldst sorrow so;
With angel choirs I join my
To bless the sinner's woe.
Though friends and kindred turn away,
And laugh thy grief to scorn;
I hear the great Redeemer say,"Blessed are ye that mourn."Hold on thy course, nor deem it
That earthly cords are riven:
Man may lament the wondrous change,
But "there is joy in heaven!"
