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I mourn with thee, and yet rejoice / That thou shouldst sorrow so; / With angel choirs I join my voice / To bless the sinner's woe.
Though friends and kindred turn away, / And laugh thy grief to scorn; / I hear the great Redeemer say, / "Blessed are ye that mourn."
Hold on thy course, nor deem it strange / That earthly cords are riven: / Man may lament the wondrous change, / But "there is joy in heaven! "