Now Let Our Mourning Hearts Revive

Now let our mourn­ing hearts re­vive

And all our tears be dry;

Why should those eyes be drowned in grief

Which view a Sav­ior nigh?

What though the arm of con­quer­ing death

Does God’s own house in­vade?

What though the pro­phet and the priest

Be num­bered with the dead?

Though earth­ly shep­herds dwell in dust

The ag­èd and the young

The watch­ful eye in dark­ness closed

And mute th’in­struct­ive tongue.

The eter­nal Shep­herd still sur­vives

New com­fort to im­part;

His eye still guides us

and His voice

Still ani­mates our heart.

Lo! I am with you

saith the Lord

My church shall safe ab­ide;

For I will ne’er for­sake My own

Whose souls in Me con­fide.

Through ev­ery scene of life and death

This pro­mise is our trust;

And this shall be our child­ren’s song

When we are cold in dust.