Come, brightly wafting through the gloom
Our peace-branch from above?
5Then sorrow touched by thee grows bright,
With more than rapture's ray;
The darkness shows us worlds of light
We never saw by day.
633. C. M. Drummond.
"God is our refuge and strength; a very present help in trouble."
1Bereft of all, when hopeless care
Would sink us to the tomb,