The Voice of Praise ‎#632

632. O Thou who driest the mourner's tear

1 O THOU who driest the mourner's tear,
How dark this world would be,
If, when deceived and wounded here,
We could not fly to thee.

2 The friends who in our sunshine live,
When winter comes, are flown;
And he who has but tears to give,
Must weep those tears alone.

3 But Christ can heal that broken heart,
Which, like the plants that throw
Their fragrance from the wounded part,
Breathes sweetness out of woe.

4 When joy no longer soothes or cheers,
And e'en the hope that threw
A moment's sparkle o'er our tears,
Is dimmed and vanished too:

5 Oh, who could bear life's stormy doom,
Did not his wing of love
Come brightly wafting through the gloom,
Our peace-branch from above.

6 Then sorrow, touched by him, 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
• Author: Moore
• Meter: C. M.
• Publication Date: 1873
• Scripture:
  Isaiah 25:8
  ;
  Isaiah 61:1-3
• Topic: The Christian Life: Trial and Patience; The Only Solace in Sorrow

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