The Penitent

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!"