Scripture Verse

The Lord God will wipe away tears from off all faces. Isaiah 25:8


James Turle (1802–1882)

Words: John P. Hopps, in Bayne’s Eng­lish Lyr­ics, 1865, num­ber 57.

Music: St. John’s, West­min­ster James Turle, 1862 (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Turle (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

John P. Hopps (1834–1911)


We praise Thee, Lord for hours of bliss,
For days of qui­et rest;
But O how sel­dom do we feel
That pain and tears are best!

We praise Thee for the shin­ing sun,
For kind and glad­some ways:
When shall we learn, O Lord, to sing
Through wea­ry nights and days!

Teach Thou our weak and wan­der­ing hearts
Aright to read Thy way;
That Thou with lov­ing hand dost trace
Our path from day to day.

Then sor­row’s face shall be un­veiled,
And we at last shall see
Her eyes are eyes of ten­der­ness;
Her speech but ech­oes Thee!

Then ev­ery thor­ny crown of care
Worn well in pa­tience now,
Shall prove a glo­ri­ous dia­dem
Upon the faith­ful brow.