8.7.8.7

I

Close beside the heart that loves me

Would I rest in sorrow's hour,

With a Father's smile above me,

And beneath an arm of power.

II

Weak and worthless, worn and weary,

Welcome bids my faith be strong;

Sorrow's hour is short if dreary,

Joy shall last through ages long.

III

Dark the hour, but comes the morrow,

Dawn shall waken by and by;

Light shall gild the clouds of sorrow,

When the sun is in the sky.

IV

Rest, my soul, that love unfailing

Strengthens in the hour of woe, --

For the pain thy life assailing

Found Him when he dwelt below.

V

'Tis a heart that knows the sorrow,

Trust it when the night comes down; --

Tears shall yield to song to-morrow,

Night to morn, and cross to crown.