Soft as the voice of an angel
Breathing a lesson unheard,
Hope with a gentle persuasiou,
Whispers her comforting word;
Wait till the darkness is over,
Wait till the tempest is done,
Hope for the sunshine to-morrow,
After the shower is goue.
Whispering hope, oh, how welcome thy voice,
Making my heart in its sorrow rejoice;
Welcome thy voice, oh, how welcome thy voi<
Making my heart in its sorrow rejoice.
If in the dusk of the twilight,
Dim be the region afar,
Will not the deepening darkness
Brighten the glimmering star?
Then when the night is upon us,
Why should the heart sink away?
When the dark miduight is over,
Watch for the breaking of day -Chorus.