Trust.
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But sing for joy aloud—
Joy, that a weary mortal,
Disburdened of his load,
Enters Death's darkened portal.
Joy, that a weary mortal,
Disburdened of his load,
Enters Death's darkened portal.
Joy, that the cheerless earth
No longer chains the spirit;
Joy, that through heavenly birth
We heavenly rest inherit.
No longer chains the spirit;
Joy, that through heavenly birth
We heavenly rest inherit.
Joy, that the soul no more
Is exiled, tempest-driven—
But all its wanderings o'er,
Turns to its native Heaven.
Is exiled, tempest-driven—
But all its wanderings o'er,
Turns to its native Heaven.
TRUST.
WEEP no more—weep no more,
Oh thou child of sorrow,
Weeping 'dureth for a night,
But joy comes on the morrow.
As sunshine ever after rain,
And spring-time follows snow,
So gladness, after grief, remains
To cheer us here below.
Oh thou child of sorrow,
Weeping 'dureth for a night,
But joy comes on the morrow.
As sunshine ever after rain,
And spring-time follows snow,
So gladness, after grief, remains
To cheer us here below.
