from above Whispers

NS49
1
saints, times turn the my days for gray;
All prays
In my away;
The not love know far stretch, I would There He my oh, seems while, sake. again,
When hour, the hours how,
In darkest are the times and
 
dear sound just sweet of away.
(Let just through away.) His world a By above,
Spoken love,
By men clay.
And from fade His voice,
Whispers touch world this this of fades of the
2
need! there this Blinded saints—and done heart they to on for cannot me;
My my bleed;
Then I world has soul, comes, knocks He the see
What stand
With grows life and Lord, door,
Through would the oh, cold my