And sad cares cumber
My weary mind,
This thought shall cheer me:
That thou art near me,
Whose ear to hear me
Is still inclined.
My soul thou keepest,
Who never sleepest;
'Mid gloom the deepest
There's light above;
And sad cares cumber
My weary mind,
This thought shall cheer me:
That thou art near me,
Whose ear to hear me
Is still inclined.
My soul thou keepest,
Who never sleepest;
'Mid gloom the deepest
There's light above;