Blessed Are They That Mourn: For They Shall Be Comforted

Speak to our hearts, O Father! Say What we have been to thee; How we have wandered far away, And hardly turned to see.

Then lifted hands will hide the face; Then tears our grief will prove That such hath been the Father’s grace, And such the children’s love.

Then shall our spirits hold at once A comfort and a pain; For we shall know thy wandering sons Are turning home again.

With such glad grief, such tearful joy, Be our repentance blest; Thy comfort then, without alloy, Shall give us heavenly rest.