Else patience makes it better to be borne.
Yea; sorrow’s low’ring days will come and go,
As well as prosp’rous hours of sunshine do;
And when ’tis past, the pain that went before
Will make the following pleasure seem the more.
For He hath promis’d, whom we may believe,
His blessing unto those that mourn and grieve;
And that though sorrow much dejects their head,
In ev’ry need we shall be comforted.
This promise I believe; in ev’ry grief