Scripture Verse

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


William B. O. Peabody

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.