Chapter 28

Happy they who trust in Jesus, Jesus turns our loss to gain; Still his balmy mercies ease us, Sweeten all our grief and pain.

When he calls our friends t' inherit All the glories of the blest, He assures the widowed spirit, "Thou shalt quickly be at rest."

Though my flesh and spirit languish, Let me not too much complain; Sure at last t' outlive my anguish, Sure to find my friend again.

Ransomed from a world of sorrow, He to-day is taken home; I shall be released to-morrow-- Come, my dear Redeemer, come.

From my sanctified distresses, Now, or when thou wilt, receive; Grant with him in thine embraces, After all my deaths, to live.