The Cyber Hymnal ‎#5426

5426. 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 Thou wilt 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. O who could bear life’s stormy doom,
Did not Thy wing of love
Come brightly wafting through the gloom
Our peace-branch from above?

6. 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
• Title: O Thou Who Driest the Mourner's Tear
• Author: Thomas Moore (1816)
• Meter: CM
• Language: English
• Source: Sacred Songs, 1816
• Copyright: Public Domain

Tune Information

• Name: ELM
• Composer: John Varley Roberts (1889)
• Meter: CM
• Incipit: 33253 32567 55454
• Key: D Major
• Source: Hymns Ancient and Modern, 1889
• Copyright: Public Domain