1 Loved of God, in sorrow mourning,
Bowed in sadness,bathed in tears,
Lift thy head; for lo! the morning,
Which shall end thy grief, appears:
Christ thy Hope will soon appear,
He thy drooping heart will cheer.
2 Dost thou weep,thy foes oppressing,
Are thine enemies too strong?
Hast thou doubts and fears distressing,
That thy Saviour waits so long?
Soon by Him from all set free,
Thou shalt sing of victory.
Dost thou now in sorrow languish,
That the hearts of men are cold?
Is thy heart wrung deep with anguish
Then love fades within the fold?
Loved of God, thy grief shall cease;
Quick thy Saviour brings release.
Hast thou long a watch been keeping,
Waiting for the promised day,
When full joy shall end thy weeping,
Chasing all thy fears away?
Then lift up thy head on high;
Thy redemption draweth nigh.