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.
O how wel·..come thy voice,
Mak·ing my heart·. in its sor·.row rejoice.
Hope has an anchor so steadfast,
Rends the dark veil for the soul.
Wither the Master has entered,
Robbing the grave of its goal.
Come then o come glad fruition,
Come to my sad weary soul.
Come Thou O blessed hope of glory,
Never O never depart.
If in the dusk of the twilight,
Dim be the region afar.
Will not the deep..en·ing darkness,
Brighten the shim..mering star?
Then when the night is upon us,
Why should the heart sink away?
When the dark night is over,
Watch for the breaking· of day.