Joy in Sorrow, SONG II

Hearken what God doth speak To such as mourn aright, That under his Afflicting hand Are broken and contrite. Blessed are those that mourn; They shall be comforted: As first in Sorrow, so in Joy They shall be like their Head.

Thus saith the lofty One, Th' Eternal, Holy Lord; I dwell in humble contrite Hearts, That tremble at my Word: Their Spirits to revive, And greatly them to chear; For I'le not alwayes angry be, With such as do me fear.