For every tear I cried Was a tear you wiped aside Your arms would wrap around me And in perfect bliss would I be For every tear I wept Was a tear that You treasured and kept When You find me weeping You draw me into Your arms for keeping For I know that when I mourn I find your perfect peace Blessed are they who mourn for when You come our tears will cease Like a Mother with her children's fear You call to me and draw me near And when You touch my broken spirit You treat my wounds with tender care When I was shivering in the freezing cold You collected my tears of gold So, in your arms rest young and old Kings and paupers, slaves and I Within the Father's loving hold You have called me Precious Daughter And I have called you Loving Father