So Will I Comfort You

Oh

sor­row­ing mor­tal

why still des­pair

The Fa­ther will glad­ly be­stow

A ten­der com­pas­sion for all thy care

A balm for thy ev­ery woe.

As one whom his mo­ther com­fort­eth

So will I com­fort you

So will

so will

So will I com­fort you.

Thy tears He will change in­to jew­els bright

Thy sighs will be turned in­to song;

Where now there is dark­ness there shall be light

The weak through His pow­er be strong.

His mer­cy en­dur­eth while worlds de­cay

His pi­ty doth ev­er ab­ide;

He’s ten­der­ly call­ing for thee to­day

From ov­er the crys­tal tide.