univac Jul 3, 2008 #1 But in the dark But in the dark my heart is strangely blest, Yea, in the gloom my soul obtains its rest; For, spite of night, I find that God on high Is near the anquished, where'er it lie.
But in the dark But in the dark my heart is strangely blest, Yea, in the gloom my soul obtains its rest; For, spite of night, I find that God on high Is near the anquished, where'er it lie.
B Boanerges(Inactive) Guest Jul 3, 2008 #2 Nice! His light permeates my darkness and His joy sustains my soul.