"See, Gentle Patience Smiles on Pain" (1835)
[Tune: Federal Street] 
Words by Anne Steele, 1716-1778 [aka Theodosia]
[from the 1795 poem "On the Death of a Child",
for complete text, see below] 
Music by Henry Kemble Oliver, 1800-1885, 1832

[Source: in Lowell Mason, "The Boston Academy's
Collection of Church Music," p. 275;
music reprinted in "The Sacred Harp", p. 515,
(1991 Edition)]

NOTE: the same music has also been set to words for/by

(1) "The Call" ("God calling yet"), 
Words by Gerhard Terstergen, 1697-1769
Translated by Jane Borthwick, 1813-1897

(2) "Jesus, the Sinner's Friend"
Words by Charles Wesley, 1707-1788

(3) "Jesus, and shall it ever be"
Words by Joseph Grigg, c. 1720=1768
Altered by Benjamin Francis, 1734-1799

(4) "Great God, we sing that mighty hand"
Words by Philip Doddridge, 1702-1751

(5) "My dear Redeemer and my Lord"
Words by Isaac Watts, 1674-1748, 1709

==== [words by Anne Steele set to FEDERAL STREET]
See, gentle patience smile on pain,
See, dying hope revive again;
Hope wipes the tear from sorrow’s eye,
While faith points upward to the sky.
====

"On the Death of a Child"
Words by Anne Steele, 1716-1778

So fades the lovely blooming flower,
Frail, smiling solace of an hour!
So soon our transient comforts fly,
And pleasure only blooms to die!

To certain trouble we are born,
Hope to rejoice, but fare to mourn;
Ah wretched effort! sad relief!
To plead necessity of grief!

Is there no kind, no lenient art
To heal the anguish of the heart?
To ease the heavy load of care
Which nature must, but dreads to bear?

Can reason's dictates be obey'd?
Too weak, alas, her strongest aid!
O let religion then be nigh,
Her consolations never die.

Her powerful aid supports the soul,
And nature owns her kind control;
Whilst she unfolds the sacred page,
Our fiercest griefs resign their rage.

Then gentle patience smiles on pain,
And dying hope revives again;
Hope wipes the tear from sorrow's eye,
And faith points upward to the sky.

The promise guides her ardent flight,
And joys, unknown to sense, invite,
Those blissful regions to explore,
Where pleasure blooms, to fade no more.