Heartache and tears be
no strangers to me
and tears run their courses
into the great sea
of time.

Languish, my heart
be content to be free
and remember the great price
he paid there for thee
For praise to the Saviour
will turn tears to wine
in time.

Rejoice! Oh my soul -
we're nearing the shore-
The fragrance of glory
and the Lord we adore
the shout of the saints
gone before and made whole
the cry of the victor!
who ran for the goal.

dwr - Aug 23 2002