On the Death of a Child, Part 8

Father, in Thee our hearts confide.
And wait Thine utmost word to feel.
Have we not been by trouble tried?
Now let it answer all Thy will.
Now let it yield with vast increase
The peaceful fruit of righteousness.

Beneath Thy chastening hand we stoop.
And pour out our sad souls in prayer.
Prostrate, till mercy lift us up.
Till Thou Thy righteousness declare:
To Thee, by deep affliction driven,
We cry, to know our sins forgiven.

Come, to Thy drooping servants come,
Thou God of reconciling grace.
Pierce through, dispel this guilty gloom,
Unveil the brightness of Thy face;
And while these clouds of grief remove,
Appear, the pardoning God of love.

We will not let our sorrow go,
Till Thee our God we apprehend:
Ah! wouldst Thou now the grace bestow,
Into our hearts the comfort send,
The peace that pain and loss defies,
The life Divine that never dies.

In us Thy pardoning love reveal,
And when we feel the blessing given,
Our tongues Thy pardoning love shall tell,
Shall spread the news through earth and heaven,
"The Lord hath caught away our son,
And given us in exchange His own."