806    7.7.8.7.     J. Hart
Happy Mourners. Matt. 5. 4; John. 16. 22

1 Christ is the Friend of sinners;
  Be that forgotten never;
  A wounded soul, and not a whole,
  Becomes a true believer;
  To see sin smarts but slightly;
  To own, with lip confession,
  Is easier still; but O to feel
  Cuts deep beyond expression.

2 [Trust not to joyous fancies,
  Light hearts, or smooth behaviour;
  Sinners can say, and none but they,
  “How precious is the Saviour!”
  Then hail, ye happy mourners;
  How blest your state to come is!
  Ye soon will meet with comfort sweet;
  It is the Lord’s own promise.]

3 The contrite heart and broken
  God will not give to ruin;
  This sacrifice he’ll not despise,
  For ’tis his Spirit’s doing.
  Then hail, ye happy mourners,
  Who pass through tribulation;
  Sin’s filth and guilt, perceived and felt,
  Make known God’s great salvation.

4 [Dry doctrine cannot save us,
  Blind zeal, or false devotion;
  The feeblest prayer, if faith be there,
  Exceeds all empty notion.
  Then hail, ye happy mourners,
  Ye will at last be winners;
  By Jesus’ blood, the righteous God
  Now reconciles poor sinners.]