The Song in My Heart
There's a song in my heart that I never sing,
And its music is low and deep;
Its chords are all true, but one broken string,—
That, has a memory to keep.
I hear it so oft when all else is still,
In sweetest of notes, and clear;
And then as I listen and bow to His will,
There's a moan on the string, and a tear.
And its music is low and deep;
Its chords are all true, but one broken string,—
That, has a memory to keep.
I hear it so oft when all else is still,
In sweetest of notes, and clear;
And then as I listen and bow to His will,
There's a moan on the string, and a tear.