Scripture Verse

As one whom his mother comforteth, so will I comfort you. Isaiah 66:13


Thomas P. Westenndorf (1848–1923)

Words & Mu­sic: Tho­mas P. West­en­dorf, in The Great Awak­en­ing, by Sam P. Jones (Cin­cin­na­ti, Ohio: John Church, 1886), num­ber 21 (🔊 pdf nwc).


Oh, sor­row­ing mor­tal, why still des­pair,
The Fa­ther will glad­ly be­stow
A ten­der com­pas­sion for all thy care,
A balm for thy ev­ery woe.


As one whom his mo­ther com­fort­eth,
So will I com­fort you,
So will, so will,
So will I com­fort you.

Thy tears He will change into jew­els bright,
Thy sighs will be turned in­to song;
Where now there is dark­ness there shall be light,
The weak through His pow­er be strong.


His mer­cy en­dur­eth while worlds de­cay,
His pity doth ev­er abide;
He’s ten­der­ly call­ing for thee to­day,
From ov­er the crys­tal tide.