Scripture Verse

Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning. Psalm 30:5


William B. O. Peabody (1799–1847)

Words: Will­iam B. O. Pea­bo­dy, in Am­eri­can Sun­day School Psal­mo­dy, ed­it­ed by El­am Ives, Jr. (Phil­ade­lphia, Penn­syl­van­ia: Am­eri­can Sun­day School Un­ion, 1832), num­ber 16.

Music: Ca­ro­lyn Em­me­lar (pos­si­ble pseu­do­nym), in The New Laud­es Do­mi­ni, ed­it­ed by Charles S. Rob­in­son & Ed­ward Jud­son (New York: Cen­tu­ry Com­pa­ny, 1892), page 460 (🔊 pdf nwc).


Behold the west­ern ev­en­ing light!
It melts in deep­en­ing gloom:
So calm­ly Chris­tians sink away,
Descending to the tomb.
The winds breathe low, the wi­ther­ing leaf
Scarce whis­pers from the tree;
So gent­ly flows the part­ing breath,
When good men cease to be.

How beau­ti­ful on all the hills
The crim­son light is shed!
’Tis like the peace the Chris­tian gives
To mourn­ers round his bed.
How mild­ly on the wan­der­ing cloud
The sun­set beam is cast!
’Tis like the me­mo­ry left be­hind
When loved ones breathe their last.

And now above the dew of night
The ris­ing star ap­pears:
So faith springs in the heart of those
Whose eyes are bathed in tears.
But soon the morn­ing’s hap­pi­er light
Its glo­ry shall re­store,
And eye­lids that are sealed in death
Shall wake to close no more.