‘The Dawning’ by George Herbert

Awake sad heart whom sorrow ever drowns;

Take up thine eyes, which feed on earth;

Unfold thy forehead, gathered into frowns;

Thy Saviour comes, and with mirth:

Awake, awake.

And with a thankful heart His comforts take.

But thou dost still lament, and pine, and cry,

And feel His death, but not His victory.

Arise, sad heart; if thou dost not withstand,

Christ’s resurrection thine may be;

Do not by hanging down break from the hand

Which, as it riseth, raiseth thee;

Arise, arise;

And with His burial linen dry thine eyes.

Christ left His grave clothes, that we might when grief

Draws tears or blood, not want a handkerchief.

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