Close beside the heart that loves me

Would I rest in sorrow's hour,

With a Father's smile above me,

And beneath -- an arm of power.

Weak and worthless, worn and weary,

Welcome bids my faith be strong;

Sorrow's hour is short, if dreary,

Joy shall last through ages long.

Dark the hour, but comes the morrow,

Dawn shall waken by and by;

Light shall gild the clouds of sorrow

When the sun is in the sky.

Rest, my soul: that love unfailing

Strengthens in the hour of woe --

For the pain thy life assailing

Found Him when He dwelt below.