Every tear that dims the eye,
Or bedews the careworn cheek,
Will our God, who reigns on high,
With a hand so kind and meek,
Wipe away, nor leave a trace
Of its stain on eye or face.
He alone life's ills can right.
Each His tender pity needs;
None are hidden from His sight;
“Every tear,” the promise reads —
Every tear shall cease to flow,
Cease, likewise, the cause of woe.
O may I in Him confide
While I tread this vale of tears!
Walking closely by His side
He will dissipate my fears,
And when ends the weary strife,
May I share the tearless life!