Hymn 36 - Whispering Hope

When amid life’s busy thronging Wearied and lonely you sigh,

When for your soul’s deepest longing Naught to bring comfort is nigh;

Hark, on the list’ning ear falling, Comes a word tender and true;

List to a gentle voice calling, Bringing a message for you.

All the world’s glamouring pleasures Only deceive and enchain;

True and unperishing treasures There seek ye ever in vain.

Come, lift your eyes to the mountains, And your soul’s yearning shall cease;

Drink at the life-giving fountains, There to find rest and sweet peace.

REFRAIN

Whispering hope, Oh, how welcome thy voice,

Making my heart in its sorrow rejoice.