No relief can find,

Trust in God, and borrow

Ease for heart and mind.

God will never leave thee,

All thy want ne knows, Feels the pains that grieve thee,

Sees thy cares and woes.

Raise thine eyes to heaven
When thy spirits quail,
When, by tempests driven,
Heart and courage fail.
When in grief we languish,
He will dry the tear,
Who his children's anguish
Soothes with succor near.

Heinrich S. Oswald. Tr. by Frances E. Cox.

380.

"Weeping may endure for a night, but joy
cometh in the morning."

YEA, I will extol thee,
Lord of life and light!
For thine arm upheld me,
Turned my foes to flight.
Grief may, like a stranger,

For a night sojourn,
Yet shall joy to-morrow

With the sun return.

Life is dark without thee,

Death with thee is bright.

SUMMER suns are glowing

Over land and sea,
Happy light is flowing
Bountiful and free.
Everything rejoices

In the mellow rays,
All earth's thousand voices
Swell the psalm of praise.

God's free mercy streameth
Over all the world,
And his banner gleameth

Everywhere unfurled. Broad and deep and glorious. As the heaven above, Shines in might victorious His eternal Love.

Lord, upon our blindness

Thy pure radiance pour; For thy loving-kindness

Make us love thee more. We will never doubt thee,

Though thou veil thy light;