Люси Ларком (Lucy Larcom)

In Sorrow

THIS my comfort is in sorrow:
Every grief I have is Thine:
Heaviest clouds around me borrow
Radiance from Thy smile divine.
Lamb of God, for us, the sinning,
From tile world's foundation slain,
To Thy heart Thy wanderers winning, —
In Thy love I drown my pain.

This is my soul's consolation;
Grief hath made me all Thine own.
Nevermore shall separation
Of my will from Thine be known.
Thou, who readest my inmost story,
With Thy courage make me strong!
Thou, whose thorn-crown is Thy glory,
Let my sorrow be my song!

Thou, in mortal anguish lonely,
Gavest Thy life our hurts to heal:
Count not this my suffering only!
Woes of all who weep I feel.
Take our human consecration!
Help some sad soul through our pain!
Thou, whose wounds are our salvation,
Let no heart have bled in vain!

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