I mourn with thee and yet rejoice
 That thou shouldst sorrow so;
With Angel choirs I join my voice
 To bless the sinner's woe. 
Though friends and kindred turn away
 And laugh thy grief to scorn,
I hear the great Redeemer say
 'Blessed are ye that mourn'. 

Hold on thy course nor deem it strange
 That earthly cords are riven.
Man may lament the wondrous change
 But 'There is joy in Heaven'!

Acton