And turns to smiles our bitter tears;
It robs misfortune of the pow'r
Of hurting in the evil hour;
It brings the sadden'd heart relief,
When bow'd beneath the load of grief.
Now cease, I pray, your tale of woe:
Though full of grief this life below,
Still falleth to the Christian's share
Salvation and God's guardian care;
Who loves the Saviour, trusts in God,