Mourning captive, cease thy tears;
                                        
                                        Lo! the promised day appears,
                                        
                                        Thro’ the misty veil of night,
                                        
                                        Bursting in a flood of light;
                                        
                                        Oh, what wondrous things are done
                                        
                                        By the Father, thro’ the Son!
                                        
                                        Oh, the smile of pard’ning grace,
                                        
                                        Beaming in the Savior’s face.