Oh! Why So Sad?
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And hope, though vile, defiled by sin,
To be made pure with Jesus' blood.
So look to self. Judge not frail men.
Leave all with God.
To be made pure with Jesus' blood.
So look to self. Judge not frail men.
Leave all with God.
For He, who knows secrets of all,
Cleanseth the vilest wretch from sins,
E'en while the penitent's tears fall,
Mercy begins.
Cleanseth the vilest wretch from sins,
E'en while the penitent's tears fall,
Mercy begins.
OH! WHY SO SAD?
Oh! why so sad this joyful day?
Why weepest thou when all are gay?
Their sweetest songs the birds now sing,
With mirth glad nature's echoes ring,
Vibrating joy from heart to heart
Should bid thy sorrows now depart.
Why still repine? Life is not long.
Come join the happy, joyful throng.
Why weepest thou when all are gay?
Their sweetest songs the birds now sing,
With mirth glad nature's echoes ring,
Vibrating joy from heart to heart
Should bid thy sorrows now depart.
Why still repine? Life is not long.
Come join the happy, joyful throng.
Thus friends oft come and kindly speak,
But sorrow's chain they cannot break;
For round my heart 'tis linked till death
My soul shall free from this sad earth.
The past and present o'er me blend,
I long to see my journey's end;
When silent voices I shall hear
And kiss the lips, still true and dear.
But sorrow's chain they cannot break;
For round my heart 'tis linked till death
My soul shall free from this sad earth.
The past and present o'er me blend,
I long to see my journey's end;
When silent voices I shall hear
And kiss the lips, still true and dear.
