Poems (Eaton)/Trust

by Marcia Jane Eaton

For works with similar titles, see Trust.

TRUST.

WEEP no more—weep no more,
 Oh thou child of sorrow,
Weeping 'dureth for a night,
 But joy comes on the morrow.
As sunshine ever after rain,
 And spring-time follows snow,
So gladness, after grief, remains
 To cheer us here below.

Weep no more—weep no more,
 Thou for lost ones mourning,
Let thy tears be changed to smiles,
 Be thy hopes returning.
Look to Heaven with eye of faith,
 Which never gazed in vain,
List to Jesus, when He saith,
 Thy friend shall rise again.

Weep no more—weep no more,
 Thou for pardon thirsting,
Lying low beneath the cross,
 Heart with sorrow bursting—
Drive forever from the breast
 All despairing feeling,
Taste the balm of heavenly rest
 For the nations' healing.

Weep no more—weep no more,
 Mortal weak and moaning,
With daily burden overborne,
 Hush thy helpless groaning—
He, who assigned the burden place
 Gives strength to bear the load,
And joyous trust befits the race
 So well-beloved of God.