And heed the tears I shed,
And hear my woeful cry;
And since there is no hand to help,
Come Thou in mercy nigh.
IV
’Twas then a voice I heard,—
It came in winning tone,
Across my night, from far away,
To where I prayed alone;
It told me of a love,
And heed the tears I shed,
And hear my woeful cry;
And since there is no hand to help,
Come Thou in mercy nigh.
’Twas then a voice I heard,—
It came in winning tone,
Across my night, from far away,
To where I prayed alone;
It told me of a love,