Close beside the heart that loves me
Would I rest in sorrow’s hour,
With a Father’s smile above me,
And beneath an arm of power.
Weak and worthless, worn and weary,
Welcome bids my faith be strong;
Sorrow’s hour is short if dreary,
Joy shall last through ages long.
Dark the hour, but comes the morrow,
Dawn shall waken by and by;
Light shall gild the clouds of sorrow,
When the sun is in the sky.
Rest, my soul, that love unfailing
Strengthens in the hour of woe,–
For the pain thy life assailing
Found Him when he dwelt below.
‘Tis a heart that knows the sorrow,
Trust it when the night comes down;–
Tears shall yield to song to-morrow,
Night to morn, and cross to crown.
Translator: John Brownlie