Moroni Lamentation, 2
Thou aged saint can words avail

1. Thou aged saint can words avail Can tears afford relief Can human sympathies prevail To sooth thy bosom grief

2. In life how suddenly betide Those evils that destroy Twas but a moment to divide Thy hopes and blasts thy joy

3. Deep is the wound and keen the dart It stings thy inmost soul And through the fibres of thy heart Afflictions watters roll

4. But cease thy sorrow peace be calm And let thy tears be dry Sweet consolations softest balm Is flowing from on high

5. It is the Lord his ways are just Theres mercy in his rod Thou knowest his goodness and can trust The true and living God

6. Great are his blessing now in store For the in faithfulness Look through thy sorrows and adore The hand that smites to bless

7. This sudden stroke has rent a chord In twain that bound you here But glorous will be your reward When in that blessed sphere

8. When all is joy you wil rejoin Your dear and favorite son And glory in this deep design Of the eternal One