"A PLEA"
Fret not, my noble heart,
'Tis shadowy years that keep us now apart,
When anguish holds me in her grip.
Blurring my eyes and causing tighter lip;
Then 'tis Thy will O Father thus to be,
I turn me, to the cross and call to Thee.
'Tis shadowy years that keep us now apart,
When anguish holds me in her grip.
Blurring my eyes and causing tighter lip;
Then 'tis Thy will O Father thus to be,
I turn me, to the cross and call to Thee.
Fret not my loving soul,
Always art mine, the passing years may roll,
Our love unbounded and unchanged shall reign;
Resulting in more power and greater gain,
Lasting throughout that night and endless day,
When Heaven breaks loose in earth's last sun-set ray.
Always art mine, the passing years may roll,
Our love unbounded and unchanged shall reign;
Resulting in more power and greater gain,
Lasting throughout that night and endless day,
When Heaven breaks loose in earth's last sun-set ray.