a precious sight
‘Our weeping night soon turns into joyous day… Weep not all through the night, but wipe thine eyes in anticipation of the morning.  These tears are dews which mean us as much good as the sunbeams of the morrow.  Tears clear the eyes for the sight of God in his grace; and make the vision of his favour more precious.  A night of sorrow supplies those shades of the picture by which the high lights are brought out with distinctness.  All is well.’
Charles Spurgeon – The Chequebook of the Bank of Faith