8,7,8,7 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. |