Blessed Are They That Mourn

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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.