On the Death of Thomas Beard, Hymn 17

Where shall I rest my weary head,
Where shall I find assured relief?
Deserted at my greatest need,
Consign'd to solitary grief,
No kind companion nigh, with whom
To weep, and wait till comfort come!

Mine eyes' and heart's desire is gone,
And now no more my burden shares;
I mourn unpitied and alone,
I bear my complement of cares,
I sink beneath the' unequal load,
I faint — into the arms of God.

His everlasting arms receive
The mourner in her last distress,
He tells me, " I for ever live,
In Me, thy Lord, thou shalt have peace,
Be of good cheer, My mourner thou,
Thy Maker is thy Husband now."

I hear, I feel the balmy word,
And turn again unto my rest;
I bless my all-sufficient Lord,
I lean on my Redeemer's breast,
And smile at dissolution near,
And joyful drop the needless tear.

My mourning days shall quickly end,
And time commence eternity;
My spotless soul shall soon ascend,
And face to face its Saviour see,
While not one plaintive groan or sigh
Is heard in all the joyous sky.

Amidst the storms of life I stand
Unshaken on the rock of peace,
Till caught up to that heavenly land,
I see my Jesus as He is,
And sing, with all our glorious friends,
The marriage song that never ends.