Her tale of woe, to say that all is well;
Amid her desolation and dismay,
Safe in Jehovah’s shelt’ring arms to dwell.
God help thee, mourner! now so far away
From father—mother—all—in thy distressful day.
XXIV.
Thy God is with thee. Mourner! raise thy head,
And hear the words of love he speaks to thee;
’Tis true thy earthly hopes and joys have fled,
But God will more than child or husband be.