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 is 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 when thy spir­its quail,
When, by tem­pests driv­en, heart and cour­age fail.

All thy woe and sad­ness, in this world be­low,
Balance not the glad­ness thou in Heav­en shalt know,
When thy gra­cious Sav­ior in the realms ab­ove
Crowns thee with His fa­vor, fills thee with His love.