Deem Not That They Are Blest Alone

Deem not that they are blest alone

Whose days a peace­ful te­nor keep;

Th’anoint­ed Son of God makes known

A bless­ing for the eyes that weep.

The light of smiles shall fill again

The lids that ov­er­flow with tears;

And wea­ry hours of woe and pain

Are pro­mis­es of hap­pi­er years.

There is a day of sun­ny rest

For ev­ery dark and trou­bled night;

And grief shall bide an ev­en­ing guest

But joy shall come with ear­ly light.

Nor let the good man’s trust de­part

Though life its com­mon gifts de­ny

Though with a pierced and brok­en heart

And spurned of men

he goes to die.

For God has marked each sor­row­ing day

And num­bered ev­ery sec­ret tear;

And Heav’n’s long age of bliss shall pay

For all His child­ren suf­fer here.