1 Weep thou, O mourner! but in lamentation Let thy Redeemer still remembered be; Strong is His arm, the God of thy salvation, Strong is His love to cheer and comfort thee. 2 Cold though the world be, in the way before thee 3 Dimmed though thine eyes be with the tears of sorrow Night only known beneath the sky of time, 4 Change, then, O mourner, grief to exultation; |