John Brownlie (trans.) · 48 of 55

Close Beside the Heart that Loves Me

I 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.

II 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.

III 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.

IV Rest, my soul, that love unfailing Strengthens in the hour of woe,-- For the pain thy life assailing Found Him when he dwelt below.

V 'Tis a heart that knows the sorrow, Trust it when the night comes down;-- Tears shall yield to song to-morrow, Night to morn, and cross to crown.