Thou aged saint can words avail

1. Thou aged saint can words availCan tears afford reliefCan human sympathies prevailTo sooth thy bosom grief

2. In life how suddenly betideThose evils that destroyTwas but a moment to divideThy hopes and blasts thy joy

3. Deep is the wound and keen the dartIt stings thy inmost soulAnd through the fibres of thy heartAfflictions watters roll

4. But cease thy sorrow peace be calmAnd let thy tears be drySweet consolations softest balmIs flowing from on high

5. It is the Lord his ways are justTheres mercy in his rodThou knowest his goodness and can trustThe true and living God

6. Great are his blessing now in storeFor the in faithfulnessLook through thy sorrows and adoreThe hand that smites to bless

7. This sudden stroke has rent a chordIn twain that bound you hereBut glorous will be your rewardWhen in that blessed sphere

8. When all is joy you wil rejoinYour dear and favorite sonAnd glory in this deep designOf the eternal One