So dark when I roam in this wintry world shrouded,
The hope of my spirit turns trembling to Thee.
The Heart's Prayer.
Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish;
Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.
Come, ye Disconsolate.
Oh call it by some better name,
For friendship sounds too cold.
Oh call it by some better Name.
When twilight dews are falling soft