Close beside the heart that loves me
Would I rest in sorrow's hour,
With a Father's smile above me,
And beneath an arm of power.
Weak and worthless, worn and weary,
Welcome bids my faith be strong;
Sorrow's hour is short if dreary,
Joy shall last through ages long.
Dark the hour, but comes the morrow,
Dawn shall waken by and by;
Light shall gild the clouds of sorrow,
When the sun is in the sky.
Rest, my soul, that love unfailing
Strengthens in the hour of woe,--
For the pain thy life assailing
Found Him when he dwelt below.
'Tis a heart that knows the sorrow,
Trust it when the night comes down;--
Tears shall yield to song to-morrow,
Night to morn, and cross to crown.