| Whispering Hope Soft as the voice of an angel Breathing a lesson unheard. Hope with a gentle persuasion Whispers her comforting word. Wait till the darkness is over. Wait till the tempest is done. Hope for the sunshine tomorrow After the shower is gone. Chorus: Whispering hope, oh, how welcome thy voice. Making my heart in its sorrow rejoice. Hope, as an anchor so steadfast Rends the dark veil for the soul. Whither the Master has entered Robbing the grave of its goal. Come then, O come, glad fruition; Come to my sad weary heart. Come, O Thou blest hope of glory Never, O never depart. (As I was singing this song, for some reason, I felt to include the chorus of a song I wrote.) Fruitful Valleys Chorus: Oh, may our valleys be fruitful And blossom like a rose. And, may we bear fruit for the Master As through each valley we go. As through each valley we go. Whispering hope, oh, how welcome thy voice. Making my heart in its sorrow rejoice. Alice Hawthorn |