life has no charm for me.
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Remembered in the low-breathed sigh,
And in the secret prayer of love;
Remembered in the kindling eye,
That turns for thee to God above.
And in the secret prayer of love;
Remembered in the kindling eye,
That turns for thee to God above.
"LIFE HAS NO CHARM FOR ME."
Has life no charm for thee?
Are there no visions of the joyous past,
Like holy spells around thy pathway cast?
Canst thou no blessings see,
To cheer thee in thy loneliness of heart,
And to thy soul their gracious aid impart?
Are there no visions of the joyous past,
Like holy spells around thy pathway cast?
Canst thou no blessings see,
To cheer thee in thy loneliness of heart,
And to thy soul their gracious aid impart?
O! art thou all unblest?
Come there no glorious hopes thy heart to cheer?
Is there no hand to wipe the starting tear?
No thought of that calm rest,
Which the meek child of God alone may share,
Where comes no withering grief, no anxious care?
Come there no glorious hopes thy heart to cheer?
Is there no hand to wipe the starting tear?
No thought of that calm rest,
Which the meek child of God alone may share,
Where comes no withering grief, no anxious care?
Where is the soul's deep love,
Resting on God in pure, unchanging trust?
Where is that faith which, from the earth and dust,
Can point the eye above,
To purer, nobler mansions in the sky,
Where its freed energies can never die?
Resting on God in pure, unchanging trust?
Where is that faith which, from the earth and dust,
Can point the eye above,
To purer, nobler mansions in the sky,
Where its freed energies can never die?