Sheaves of Grain

Genesis.37:7

A Present Help

Why weepest thou? How gently falls

Our Saviour’s voice on Mary’s ear!
Sadly she turns her streaming eyes,
And joys to see her Master near.

Why weepest thou? Is life to thee

A dark and dreary wilderness?
Look upward. Listen to his voice,
Telling thee of thy heavenly rest.

Have friends or kindred turned away,

Nor sought thy burdened soul to cheer?
Tho’ sweet might be their sympathy,
Jesus thy elder Brother’s near.
 Oh! Listen to his loving voice,
‘Twill chase each heavy grief away;
And sheltered ‘neath his tender care,
Thy darkest night shall change to day.

He’ll free thee from the tempter’s chains,

And bind him captive to his will;
To passion’s waves of stormy power
Will gently whisper, “Peace, be still.”

Oh! Weep not then, thou mourning one;

Think of thy Saviour’s promise given:
Soon wilt thou hear his voice declare
Thy trials o’er, thy home in heaven.

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