Verse 1
Stop, foolish Tears! The GOD of Love
Who orders all in Heaven above,
Who orders all beneath,
His Providence is on my Side,
And thro’ a Wretched Life shall guide
And thro’ an Happy Death.

Verse 2
While in the Weeping Vale I stay,
Tho’ rough and lonesome be my Way,
To None but Mourners known,
One Sovereign Remedy remains,
To mitigate the Loser’s Pains
When all my Joys are gone.

Verse 3
A Remedy, that never fails,
But comforts, when the World prevails
Two Bosom-Friends to part,
Still nearest at my greatest Need,
To banish all my Pain and Dread,
And break this Pining Heart.

Verse 4
To that sure Refuge in Distress,
That Haven from Tempestuous Seas
O may I calmly fly,
Forget my Loss, and Fear, and Shame,
And joyous as a Bridegroom claim
My Priviledge To die!

Verse 5
To die in Christ is greatest Gain,
To die — is but to lose my Pain,
To win a doubtful Race,
A weary Pilgrimage to end,
And grasp my Everlasting Friend,
And see his loveliest Face.

Verse 6
And shall I then lament and droop
As Heathens sorrowing without Hope
For Loss of Friends below,
Or rather loos’d from all I love,
More freely seek the Realms above,
And quit the House of Woe!

Verse 7
The House of Woe I soon shall quit,
Again my Friend, and Daughter meet
And claim her for my own,
Distinguish’d in the Virgin Throng
And sing with her the Marriage-Song
Around the glorious Throne!