Blessed Are They That Mourn

Speak to our hearts, O Father! Say
  What we have been to thee;
How we have wandered far away,
  And hardly turned to see.

Then lifted hands will hide the face;
  Then tears our grief will prove
That such hath been the Father’s grace,
  And such the children’s love.

Then shall our spirits hold at once
  A comfort and a pain;
For we shall know thy wandering sons
  Are turning home again.

With such glad grief, such tearful joy,
  Be our repentance blest;
Thy comfort then, without alloy,
  Shall give us heavenly rest.