Hymns for Whit-Sunday, 24

Jesu, dear departed Lord,
True and gracious is Thy word,
We in part have found it true;
All Thy faithful mercies show.

Thou art to Thy Father gone,
Thou hast left us here alone,
Left us a long fast to keep,
Left us for Thy loss to weep.

Laugh the world, secure and glad,
They rejoice, but we are sad;
We alas! lament and grieve,
Comfortless till Thou relieve.

As a woman in her throes
Sinks o'erwhelm'd with fears and woes,
Sinks our soul through grief and pain,
Struggling to be born again:

As she soon forgets to mourn,
Glad that a man-child is born,
Let us, lighten'd of our load,
Find relief in Thee our God.

Jesus, visit us again,
Look us out of sin and pain,
Kindly comfort us that mourn,
Into joy our sorrow turn.

Thy own joy to us impart,
Root it deeply in our heart,
Joy which none can take away,
Joy which shall for ever stay:

All the kingdom from above,
All the happiness of love,
Be it to Thy servants given,
Pardon, holiness, and heaven.