Soft as the voice of an angel,
Breathing a lesson unheard,
Hope with a gentle persuasion
Whispers a comforting word:
Wait till the darkness is over,
Wait till life's tempest is done,
Hope for the sunshine tomorrow,
After the shower is gone.
Whispering hope, oh, how welcome thy voice,
Making my heart in its sorrow rejoice.
If, in the dusk of the twilight,
Dim be the region afar,
Does not the deepening darkness
Brighten the glimmering star?
Then when the night is upon us,
Why should the heart shrink away?
When the dark midnight is over,
Watch for the breaking of day.