Close beside the heart that loves me
Would I rest in sorrow's hour,
With a Father's smile above me,
And beneath--an arm of power.
Weak and worthless, worn and weary,
Welcome bids my faith be strong;
Sorrow's hour is short, if dreary,
Joy shall last through ages long.
Dark the hour, but comes the morrow,
Dawn shall waken by and by;
Light shall gild the clouds of sorrow
When the sun is in the sky.
Rest, my soul: that love unfailing
Strengthens in the hour of woe--
For the pain thy life assailing
Found Him when He dwelt below.
|First Line:||Close beside the heart that loves me|
|Title:||Close beside the heart that loves me|