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Hymn #710: Ye Mourning Saints, Whose Streaming Tears

Hymn #709 Hymn #711

Death, Resurrection, and Eternity

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710 (C.M.) Philip Doddridge

Ye mourning saints, whose streaming tears

Flow o'er your children dead:

Say not in transports of despair,

That all your hopes are fled.

While cleaving to that darling dust,

In fond distress ye lie;

Rise, and with joy and rev'rence view

A heavenly parent nigh.

Though, your young branches torn away,

Like withered trunks ye stand,

With fairer verdure shall ye bloom,

Touched by th'Almighty's hand.

"I'll give the mourner," saith the Lord,

In my own house a place;

No names of daughters and of sons

Could yield so high a grace.

"Transient and vain is ev'ry hope

A rising race can give;

In endless honor and delight

My children all shall live."

We welcome, Lord, those rising tears,

Through which Thy face we see,

And bless those wounds, which through our hearts

Prepare a way for Thee.

Hymn #709 Hymn #711