| Soft as the voice of an Angel
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| Breathing a lesson unheard
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| Hope with a gentle persuasion
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| Whispers her comforting word
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| Wait, till the darkness is over
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| Wait, till our tempest is done
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| Hope for the sunshine tomorrow
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| After the shower is gone
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| Whispering hope
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| Oh, how welcome thy voice
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| Making my heart
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| In it’s sorrow rejoice
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| If, in the dusk of the twilight
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| Dim be the region afar
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| Will not the deepening darkness
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| Brighten the glimmering star?
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| Then when the night is upon us
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| Why should the heart sink away?
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| When the dark midnight is over
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| Watch for the breaking of day
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| Whispering hope
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| Oh, how welcome thy voice
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| Making my heart
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| In it’s sorrow rejoice… |