To-night the loving Saviour stands
With gentle face, with beckoning hands;
O heart, with sin and anguish dumb,
'Tis Jesus' voice that whispers "Come!"
With gentle face, with beckoning hands;
O heart, with sin and anguish dumb,
'Tis Jesus' voice that whispers "Come!"
LOST HOPE.
The flowers will all come back again,
The flowers that faded on hill and plain;
The birds will return another Spring,
The birds that a while have ceased to sing;
But Hope that died with their song and bloom
Will wake no more from its Winter tomb.
The flowers that faded on hill and plain;
The birds will return another Spring,
The birds that a while have ceased to sing;
But Hope that died with their song and bloom
Will wake no more from its Winter tomb.
The stars will twinkle another night,
The stars that faded before our sight;
And the sun that sank in the sorrowful west
Shall wake like the birds from their nightly rest;
But Hope that illumined the day and night
Has faded forever, forever, from sight.
The stars that faded before our sight;
And the sun that sank in the sorrowful west
Shall wake like the birds from their nightly rest;
But Hope that illumined the day and night
Has faded forever, forever, from sight.
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