Текст песни
In languor’s hour, when life doth press
With weight of grief and bitterness,
And endless care doth wound the breast,
I whisper words to Heaven addressed
O blessed one! Thy whisper’d sound
Hath healing grace where it is found
Breath of the spirit, strong and free,
Thou holdest converse yet with me!
From out the dust of ages borne,
That hallow’d tongue, by saints outworn,
With power unknown, with grace divine,
Doth make its sacred accents mine
O blessed one! Thy whisper’d sound
Hath healing grace where it is found
Breath of the spirit, strong and free,
Thou holdest converse yet with me!
Thy tongue celestial doth impart
Life to the faint, the weary heart
Like Eden’s waters, bright and blest,
Pouring through desolation’s waste
O blessed one! Thy whisper’d sound
Hath healing grace where it is found
Breath of the spirit, strong and free,
Thou holdest converse yet with me!
