Iam - the Angel of Sorrow.
Thou knowest me 'most well'.
We've met on occasion
though now thy waketh
'to me' with each mourning bell.

Our Lord shines 'His Son'
on thine agony,
whilst I hold thee in my throttle.
'Remembered' - every tear
thou hast ever shed, 'saved'
unto the end in a bottle.

Though I pour forth unto thee
Iam not without 'worth'
my sword, a 'teaching blade';
visiting not more times
then thou canst bare,
-strong in thy suffering 'made'.

...Dread not my coming
but accept me as such,
thou art of the 'Lord'
-in 'His' favor.

In strength thou shalt face me,
weary not in thy steps.
-Thy rest 'be'
in the hands of Our Saviour.