Death, Consolation
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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!
Anonymous
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.
Anonymous, “He Knows the Bitter, Weary Way”
Thomas Hastings·Modern
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.
Thomas Hastings, “How Tender Is Thy Hand”
Frances R. Havergal·Modern
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.
Frances R. Havergal, “Light After Darkness”
Frances R. Havergal·Modern
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
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
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
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.
M. M. Weinland, “Oh, Weary Pilgrim, Lift Your Head”