Soft as the voice of an angel
Breathing a lesson unhead
Hope with a gentle persuasion
Whispers her comforting word:
Wait till' the darkness is over
Wait till' the tempest is done
Hope for sunshine tomorrow
After the shower
If, in the dusk of the twilight
Dim be the region afar
Won't be deepening darkness
Brightening the glimmering star?
Then when the night is upon us,
Why should the heart sink away?
When the dark midnight is over
Watch for the breaking of day
Whispering hope, how welcome Thy voice
Making my heart in its sorrow rejoice
Hope, as an anchor so steadfast
Rends the dark veil for the soul
Whiter the Master has entered
Robbing the grave of its goal:
Come then, come, glad fruition
Come to my sad weary heart
Come, O Thou hope of glory
Never, oh, never depart
Jul 20, 2013
Jul 20, 2013 at 10:40 PM UTC
Soft as the voice of an angel
Breathing a lesson unhead
Hope with a gentle persuasion
Whispers her comforting word:
Wait till' the darkness is over
Wait till' the tempest is done
Hope for sunshine tomorrow
After the shower
If, in the dusk of the twilight
Dim be the region afar
Won't be deepening darkness
Brightening the glimmering star?
Then when the night is upon us,
Why should the heart sink away?
When the dark midnight is over
Watch for the breaking of day
Whispering hope, how welcome Thy voice
Making my heart in its sorrow rejoice
Hope, as an anchor so steadfast
Rends the dark veil for the soul
Whiter the Master has entered
Robbing the grave of its goal:
Come then, come, glad fruition
Come to my sad weary heart
Come, O Thou hope of glory
Never, oh, never depart
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