The Penitent.

I mourn with thee, and yet rejoice That thou shouldst sorrow so; With angel choirs I join my voice To bless the sinner’s woe.

Though friends and kindred turn away, And laugh thy grief to scorn; I hear the great Redeemer say, “Blessed are ye that mourn.”

Hold on thy course, nor deem it strange That earthly cords are riven: Man may lament the wondrous change, But “there is joy in heaven!”