August 1842, page 894
Thou aged saint, can words avail
Thou aged saint, can words avail
1. Thou aged saint, can words avail—Can tears afford relief?Can human sympathies prevail,To soothe thy bosom’s grief?
2. In life how suddenly betideThose evils that destroy!’Twas but a moment to divideThy 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 heartAffliction’s waters roll!
4. But cease thy sorrow—peace—be calmAnd let thy tears be dry—Sweet consolation’s softest balmIs flowing from on high.
5. It is the Lord—his ways are just—There’s mercy in his rod;Thou know’s. his goodness and can trustThe true and living God.
6. Great are the blessings now in storeFor thee, in faithfulness:Look thro’ thy sorrows and adoreThe hand that smites to bless,
7. This sudden stroke has rent a chordIn twain that bound you here;But glorious will be your rewardWhen in that blessed sphere.
8. When all is joy, you will rejoinYour dear and fav’rite son;And glory in this deep designOf the Eternal One.