Listen! Memory speaketh;
Sweet and clear the tone;
With her vivid pictures
Art thou quite alone?
Sweet and clear the tone;
With her vivid pictures
Art thou quite alone?
Listen! faint its echo,
Yet, 'twill not be long
Ere our voices mingle
In the triumph-song.
Yet, 'twill not be long
Ere our voices mingle
In the triumph-song.
BLESSÈD THOUGHTS
There is a blessèd thought
For those who journey here;
For all the sorrow-taught
'Tis full of hope and cheer;
My presence goes with thee,
To thee I give my Rest;
Oh, come, oh, come to me,
Ye weary and oppressed.
For those who journey here;
For all the sorrow-taught
'Tis full of hope and cheer;
My presence goes with thee,
To thee I give my Rest;
Oh, come, oh, come to me,
Ye weary and oppressed.
There is another thought,
'Twill ever comfort give;
With tender meaning fraught
And power anew to live;
That He who asks our love
Vouchsafes us daily Strength,
Unfailing aid will prove
Throughout our journey's length.
'Twill ever comfort give;
With tender meaning fraught
And power anew to live;
That He who asks our love
Vouchsafes us daily Strength,
Unfailing aid will prove
Throughout our journey's length.
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