Wouldst thou know, the peace and comfort
Of a life from sorrow free?
Dry thy tears, and cease from sighing;
Lo, 'tis God that healeth thee!
Wouldst thou know the richest blessings
Human heart can e'er behold?
Take thy cross and bear it, brother;
Thus will sweeter joys unfold.
Up and onward; courage, brother!
Lo, the ripened harvest see;
Enter in, thy task is waiting;
"As thy days thy strength shall be."