Where the tir’d groan:
Pain but appears to be;
What are man’s fears to Thee,
God! if all tears shall be
Gems on Thy throne.
E. Elliot.
And tears once filled His eye
Beside a mortal’s grave,
Who left His throne on high
The lost to seek and save.
Where the tir’d groan:
Pain but appears to be;
What are man’s fears to Thee,
God! if all tears shall be
Gems on Thy throne.
E. Elliot.
And tears once filled His eye
Beside a mortal’s grave,
Who left His throne on high
The lost to seek and save.