“As one whom his mother comforteth so will I comfort you, and ye shall be comforted.”
“Ye shall be comforted,” although the tears
Of sorrow rise within thy weary eyes,
And trembling hands cling closely unto Christ,
Through the long years; —another morn shall rise.
“Ye shall be comforted,” for He who knows
Our frame, the griefs humanity must bear,
Still sympathizes with us in our woes,
And, on the throne of God, for us doth care.
For, when on earth He trod, He bore our grief,
And “like unto his brethren” was in all,
That every sufferer might find relief,
And not in vain in time of trouble call.
“Ye shall be comforted,” for when the load
Too heavy for our hold has grown, at last
We learn that He who doth uphold the worlds
Will bear each burden that on Him we cast.
“Ye shall be comforted;” the voice divine
Above the winds and waves still speaketh “peace.”
God’s hand shall wipe our tears, and heal our wounds,
“Sorrow and sighing” shall forever cease.
Yes, “comforted,” we take our painful way,
Amid the mists and shadows of the night;
The morning cometh with its cheering ray,
The darkness flees, we enter into light. M. S.