Deem Not That They Are Blest Alone

Deem not that they are blest alone

Whose days a peaceful tenor keep;

Th'anointed Son of God makes known

A blessing for the eyes that weep.

The light of smiles shall fill again

The lids that overflow with tears;

And weary hours of woe and pain

Are promises of happier years.

There is a day of sunny rest

For every dark and troubled night;

And grief shall bide an evening guest,

But joy shall come with early light.

Nor let the good man's trust depart,

Though life its common gifts deny,

Though with a pierced and broken heart,

And spurned of men, he goes to die.

For God has marked each sorrowing day,

And numbered every secret tear;

And heaven's long age of bliss shall pay

For all His children suffer here.