Whispering Angels

Verse 1

Weary pilgrim why this sadness? Why 'mid sorrow's scenes decline? The trial strange, brings you and gladness; For all things shall yet be thine! O yes, all things shall yet be thine!

Verse 2

Earth anew, with robe of glory, Shall rejoice in hill and vale; And sweetest harpings tell the story Of the love that could not fail; O yes, the love that could not fail.

Verse 3

Thou shalt range the fields of pleasure, Where joy's gushing songs arise; Thou shalt have all thy well-stores treasure, In the new earth, paradise; Yes, in the new earth, paradise.

Verse 4

Weary pilgrim, leave thy sadness; To Mount Zion thou art come! Now swell thy songs of joyful gladness, And rejoice in thy blest home; Thine own, and Jesus' heavenly home.