How canst thou heal the broken heart, by sore afflictions riven!
And thou, celestial Comforter! thou Spirit of the Lord!
Forever be thy holy name exalted and adored!
For thou canst charm away the grief of those who are distress’d,
And by thine own sweet promises bring rapture to the breast.
There is a strain of melody heard in that western wild,
They sing above the coffin’d dust of that beloved child;
What voice, with clear yet plaintive tone, now swells upon the ear,
So full of high wrought feeling that all others stop to hear?
O, what must be the joyful hope that thus to Heaven clings!