A THOUGHT
Deep as the depth of the ocean,
Sweet as the scent of a rose,
Mixed with a thousand emotions,
It springs from a heart in repose:
Filling the being with gladness,
Turning all darkness to day,
Quickening the beat of pulses,
Changing the course of life's way.
Sweet as the scent of a rose,
Mixed with a thousand emotions,
It springs from a heart in repose:
Filling the being with gladness,
Turning all darkness to day,
Quickening the beat of pulses,
Changing the course of life's way.
When the sorrow deepens as the days go by,
When the cross grows heavy as we upwards try,
When the days seem longer and the nights grow weary too,
Then we long for Jesus, the dear Lord, so true.
When the cross grows heavy as we upwards try,
When the days seem longer and the nights grow weary too,
Then we long for Jesus, the dear Lord, so true.
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