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"Weine nicht!"

"The Lord hath heard the voice of my weeping." -- Psalm 6:8.

[3]B. Schmolk

transl., Sarah Findlater, 1854

Weep not -- Jesus lives on high,

O sad and wearied one!

If thou with the burden sigh,

Of grief thou canst not shun,

Trust Him still,

Soon there will

Roses in the thicket stand,

Goshen smile in Egypt's land.

Weep not -- Jesus thinks of thee

When all beside forget,

And on thee so lovingly

His faithfulness has set,

That though all

Ruin'd fall,

Every thing on earth be shaken,

Thou wilt never be forsaken.

Weep not -- Jesus heareth thee,

Hears thy moanings broken,

Hears when thou right wearily

All thy grief hast spoken.

Raise thy cry,

He is nigh,

And when waves roll full in view,

He shall fix their "Hitherto."

Weep not -- Jesus loveth thee,

Though all around may scorn,

And though poison'd arrows be

Upon thy buckler borne,

With His love,

Naught can move;

All may fail -- yet only wait,

He shall make the crooked straight.

Weep not -- Jesus cares for thee,

Then what of good can fail?

Why shouldst thou thus gloomily

At thought of trouble quail?

He will bear

All thy care;

And if He the burden take,

He will all things perfect make.

Weep not -- Jesus comforts thee,

He yet shall come and save,

And each sorrow thou shalt see

Lie buried in thy grave.

Sin shall die,

Grief shall fly,

Thou hast wept thy latest tears

When the Lord of life appears!