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Verse 1

Light after darkness,
Gain after loss,
Strength after weariness,
Crown after cross,
Sweet after bitter,
Song after sigh,
Home after wandering,
Praise after cry.

Refrain

Now comes the weeping,
Then the glad reaping;
Now comes the labor hard,
Then the reward.

Verse 2

Sheaves after sowing,
Sun after rain,
Sight after mystery,
Peace after pain,
Joy after sorrow,
Calm after blast,
Rest after weariness,
Sweet rest at last.

Verse 3

Near after distant,
Gleam after gloom,
Love after loneliness,
Life after tomb.
After long agony,
Rapture of bliss;
Right was the pathway
Leading to this.

Verse 1

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows, like sea-billows, roll;
Whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well with my soul.

Refrain

It is well with my soul,
It is well, it is well with my soul.

Verse 2

Tho’ Satan should buffet, tho’ trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed his own blood for my soul.

Verse 3

My sin--oh, the bliss of this glorious tho’t--
My sin--not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to his cross and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, oh, my soul!

Verse 4

And, Lord, haste the day when the faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll,
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
“Even so”--it is well with my soul.

Verse 1

Oh, weary pilgrim, lift your head,
For joy cometh in the morning;
For God, in his own Word, hath said
That joy cometh in the morning.

Refrain

Joy cometh in the morning,
Joy cometh in the morning;
Weeping may endure for a night,
But joy cometh in the morning.

Verse 2

Ye trembling saints, dismiss your fears,
For joy cometh in the morning;
Oh, weeping mourner, dry your tears,
For joy cometh in the morning.

Verse 3

Let ev’ry burdened soul look up,
For joy cometh in the morning;
And ev’ry trembling sinner hope,
For joy cometh in the morning.

Verse 4

Our God shall wipe all tears away,
For joy cometh in the morning;
Sorrow and sighing flee away,
For joy cometh in the morning.

Verse 1

Safe in the arms of Jesus,
Safe on his gentle breast,
There by his love o’ershaded,
Sweetly my soul shall rest.
Hark! ’tis the voice of angels,
Borne in a song to me,
Over the fields of glory,
Over the jasper sea.

Refrain

Safe in the arms of Jesus,
Safe on his gentle breast,
There by his love o’ershaded,
Sweetly my soul shall rest.

Verse 2

Safe in the arms of Jesus,
Safe from corroding care,
Safe from the world’s temptations
Sin cannot harm me there.
Free from the blight of sorrow,
Free from my doubts and fears;
Only a few more trials,
Only a few more tears!

Verse 3

Jesus, my heart’s dear refuge,
Jesus has died for me;
Firm on the Rock of Ages
Ever my trust shall be.
Here let me wait with patience,
Wait till the night is o’er;
Wait till I see the morning
Break on the golden shore.

Verse 1

My Jesus, as thou wilt—
O may thy will be mine!
Into thy hand of love
I would my all resign;
Through sorrow, or through joy,
Conduct me as thine own,
And help me still to say,
My Lord, thy will be done!

Verse 2

My Jesus, as thou wilt—
If needy here and poor,
Give me thy people’s bread,
Their portion rich and sure;
The manna of thy word,
Let my soul feed upon,
And, if all else should fail,
My Lord, thy will be done!

Verse 3

My Jesus, as thou wilt—
If among thorns I go,
Still sometimes here and there
Let a few roses blow.
But thou, on earth, along
The thorny path hast gone:
Then lead me after thee;
My Lord, thy will be done!

Verse 1

He knows the bitter, weary way,
The endless striving day by day,
The souls that weep, the souls that pray--
He knows it all.

Refrain

He knows it all,
The bitter, weary way;
O souls that weep, O souls that pray,
He knows it all.

Verse 2

He knows how hard the fight has been,
The clouds that come our lives between,
The wounds the world has never seen--
He knows it all.

Verse 3

He knows, when, faint and worn, we sink,
How deep the pain, how near the brink
Of dark despair we pause and shrink--
He knows it all.

Verse 4

He knows! oh, thought so full of bliss!
For though on earth our joys we miss.
We still can bear it, feeling this--
He knows it all.

Verse 1

Cast thy burden on the Lord,
And he will sustain thee, and strengthen thee, and comfort thee;
He will sustain thee, and comfort thee;
He will sustain thee, he will comfort thee;
Cast thy burden on the Lord!

Verse 1

Oh, weary pilgrim, lift your head,
For joy cometh in the morning;
For God, in his own Word, hath said
That joy cometh in the morning.

Refrain

Joy cometh in the morning,
Joy cometh in the morning;
Weeping may endure for a night,
But joy cometh in the morning.

Verse 2

Ye trembling saints, dismiss your fears,
For joy cometh in the morning;
Oh, weeping mourner, dry your tears,
For joy cometh in the morning.

Verse 3

Let ev’ry burdened soul look up,
For joy cometh in the morning;
And ev’ry trembling sinner hope,
For joy cometh in the morning.

Verse 4

Our God shall wipe all tears away,
For joy cometh in the morning;
Sorrow and sighing flee away,
For joy cometh in the morning.

Verse 1

How tender is thy hand,
Oh, thou beloved Lord!
Afflictions come at thy command,
And leave us at thy word.

Verse 2

How gentle was the rod
That chastened us for sin!
How soon we found a smiling God,
Where deep distress had been!

Verse 3

A Father’s hand we felt,
A Father’s heart we knew;
With tears of penitence we knelt,
And found his word was true.

Verse 4

We told him all our grief,
We thought of Jesus’ love;
A sense of pardon brought relief,
And bade our pains remove.

Verse 1

Light after darkness,
Gain after loss,
Strength after weariness,
Crown after cross,
Sweet after bitter,
Song after sigh,
Home after wandering,
Praise after cry.

Refrain

Now comes the weeping,
Then the glad reaping;
Now comes the labor hard,
Then the reward.

Verse 2

Sheaves after sowing,
Sun after rain,
Sight after mystery,
Peace after pain,
Joy after sorrow,
Calm after blast,
Rest after weariness,
Sweet rest at last.

Verse 3

Near after distant,
Gleam after gloom,
Love after loneliness,
Life after tomb.
After long agony,
Rapture of bliss;
Right was the pathway
Leading to this.

Verse 1

Why do we mourn departing friends,
Or shake at death’s alarms?
’Tis but the voice that Jesus sends,
To call them to his arms.

Verse 2

Are we not tending upward, too,
As fast as time can move?
Nor would we wish the hours more slow,
To keep us from our love.

Verse 3

Why should we tremble to convey
Their bodies to the tomb?
There the dear flesh of Jesus lay,
And scattered all the gloom.

Verse 4

The graves of all the saints be blessed,
And softened every bed;
Where should the dying members rest,
But with the dying Head?

Verse 5

Thence he arose, ascending high,
And showed our feet the way;
Up to the Lord we, too, shall fly
At the great rising-day.

Verse 6

Then let the last loud trumpet sound,
And bid our kindred rise;
Awake! ye nations under ground;
Ye saints! ascend the skies.

Verse 1

Why should our tears in sorrow flow
When God recalls his own,
And bids them leave a world of woe,
For an immortal crown?

Verse 2

Is not e’en death a gain to those
Whose life to God was given?
Gladly to earth their eyes they close
To open them in heaven.

Verse 3

Their toils are past, their work is done,
And they are fully blest!
They fought the fight, the victory won,
And entered into rest.

Verse 4

Then let our sorrows cease to flow,--
God has recalled his own;
But let our hearts, in every woe,
Still say, “Thy will be done!”

Verse 1

There is no flock, however watched and tended,
But one dead lamb is there!
There is no fireside, howsoe’er defended,
But has one vacant chair!
The air is full of farewells to the dying,
And mournings for the dead;
The heart of Rachel for her children crying
Will not be comforted!

Verse 2

Let us be patient, these severe afflictions
Not from the ground arise,
But oftentimes celestial benedictions
Assume this dark disguise.
We see but dimly thro’ the mists and vapors,
Amid these earthly damps,
What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers,
May be heav’ns distant lamps.

Verse 3

She is not dead, the child of our affection,
But gone unto that school
Where she no longer needs our poor protection,
And Christ himself doth rule.
In that great cloister’s stillness and seclusion,
By guardian angels led,
Safe from temptation, safe from sin’s pollution,
She lives whom we call dead.

Verse 4

And tho’ at times, impetuous with emotion,
And anguish long suppressed,
The swelling heart heaves moaning like the ocean
That cannot be at rest:
We will be patient--and assuage the feeling
We cannot wholly stay,
By silence sanctifying, not concealing
The grief that must have way.

Verse 1

Midst sorrow and care
There’s one that is near,
And ever delights to relieve us.

Verse 2

’Tis Jesus, our Friend,
On whom we depend
For life and for all its rich blessings.

Verse 3

When trouble assails,
His love never fails;
He meets us with sweet consolation.

Verse 1

Safe in the arms of Jesus,
Safe on His gentle breast,
There by His love o’ershaded,
Sweetly my soul shall rest.
Hark! ’tis the voice of angels,
Borne in a song to me,
Over the fields of glory,
Over the jasper sea.