Deem not that they are blest alone Whose days a peaceful tenor keep; Th???anointed Son of God makes known A blessing for the eyes that weep. The light of smiles shall fill again The lids that overflow with tears; And weary hours of woe and pain Are promises of happier years. There is a day of sunny rest For every dark and troubled night; And grief shall bide an evening guest, But joy shall come with early light. Nor let the good man???s trust depart, Though life its common gifts deny, Though with a pierced and broken heart, And spurned of men, he goes to die. For God has marked each sorrowing day, And numbered every secret tear; And heaven???s long age of bliss shall pay For all His children suffer here.