A Book of Hymns for Public and Private Devotion (15th ed.) ‎#475

475. Consolation

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!

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

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;

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

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

Text Information

• First Line: O Thou who driest the mourner's tear
• Title: Consolation
• Author: Moore
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1866

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