The Book of Worship ‎#322

322. O Thou who driest the mourner's tear

1 O Thou who driest the mourner’s tear,
How dark this world would be,
If, pierced by sins and sorrows here,
We could not fly to Thee!

2 But Thou wilt heal that broken heart,
Which, like the plants that throw
Their fragrance from the wounded part,
Breathes sweetness out of woe.

3 When joy no longer soothes or cheers,
And even the hope that threw
A moment’s sparkle o’er our tears,
Is dimmed and vanished too,—

4 Oh who could bear life’s stormy doom,
Did not Thy wing of love
Come brightly wafting through the gloom
Our peace-branch from above?

5 Then sorrow, touched by Thee, grows bright,
With more than rapture’s ray;
As darkness shows us worlds of light
We never saw by day.

Text Information

• First Line: O Thou who driest the mourner's tear
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1867
• Topic: Man a Saint: In Bodily and Spiritual Trouble

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