Weep thou, O mourner! but in lamentation

Let thy Redeemer still remembered be;

Strong is His arm, the God of thy salvation,

Strong is His love to cheer and comfort thee.

Cold though the world be, in the way before thee

Wail not in sadness o’er the darkling tomb;

God in His love still watcheth kindly o’er thee,

Light shineth still above the clouds of gloom.

Dimmed though thine eyes be with the tears of sorrow

Night only known beneath the sky of time,

Faith can behold the dawning of a morrow

Glowing in smiles of life and joy sublime.

Change, then, O mourner, grief to exultation;

Firm and confiding should thy spirit be;

Strong is His arm, the God of thy salvation,

Strong is His love to cheer and comfort thee.