Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell

  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!"