The Hand of Heaven.Despair, and suffering, and sorrow,Had poured their bitterness on me;Hope had no ray to gild the morrow,And life was only misery.Each coming day shed deeper sadness,And health along with hope had fled;Religion only saved from madnessThis aching agonized head.At length, when nature’s pulse was dying,That Power, which brought religious balmGave back the life that seem’d fast flying,With health, and hope, and peaceful calm.Cease then, woe’s child, thy deep despairing;Remember, Heaven’s hand can save,Though every sorrow thou art sharing,Though life seems hov’ring o’er the grave.
The Hand of Heaven.Despair, and suffering, and sorrow,Had poured their bitterness on me;Hope had no ray to gild the morrow,And life was only misery.Each coming day shed deeper sadness,And health along with hope had fled;Religion only saved from madnessThis aching agonized head.At length, when nature’s pulse was dying,That Power, which brought religious balmGave back the life that seem’d fast flying,With health, and hope, and peaceful calm.Cease then, woe’s child, thy deep despairing;Remember, Heaven’s hand can save,Though every sorrow thou art sharing,Though life seems hov’ring o’er the grave.
Despair, and suffering, and sorrow,Had poured their bitterness on me;Hope had no ray to gild the morrow,And life was only misery.Each coming day shed deeper sadness,And health along with hope had fled;Religion only saved from madnessThis aching agonized head.At length, when nature’s pulse was dying,That Power, which brought religious balmGave back the life that seem’d fast flying,With health, and hope, and peaceful calm.Cease then, woe’s child, thy deep despairing;Remember, Heaven’s hand can save,Though every sorrow thou art sharing,Though life seems hov’ring o’er the grave.
Despair, and suffering, and sorrow,Had poured their bitterness on me;Hope had no ray to gild the morrow,And life was only misery.Each coming day shed deeper sadness,And health along with hope had fled;Religion only saved from madnessThis aching agonized head.At length, when nature’s pulse was dying,That Power, which brought religious balmGave back the life that seem’d fast flying,With health, and hope, and peaceful calm.Cease then, woe’s child, thy deep despairing;Remember, Heaven’s hand can save,Though every sorrow thou art sharing,Though life seems hov’ring o’er the grave.
Despair, and suffering, and sorrow,Had poured their bitterness on me;Hope had no ray to gild the morrow,And life was only misery.
Despair, and suffering, and sorrow,
Had poured their bitterness on me;
Hope had no ray to gild the morrow,
And life was only misery.
Each coming day shed deeper sadness,And health along with hope had fled;Religion only saved from madnessThis aching agonized head.
Each coming day shed deeper sadness,
And health along with hope had fled;
Religion only saved from madness
This aching agonized head.
At length, when nature’s pulse was dying,That Power, which brought religious balmGave back the life that seem’d fast flying,With health, and hope, and peaceful calm.
At length, when nature’s pulse was dying,
That Power, which brought religious balm
Gave back the life that seem’d fast flying,
With health, and hope, and peaceful calm.
Cease then, woe’s child, thy deep despairing;Remember, Heaven’s hand can save,Though every sorrow thou art sharing,Though life seems hov’ring o’er the grave.
Cease then, woe’s child, thy deep despairing;
Remember, Heaven’s hand can save,
Though every sorrow thou art sharing,
Though life seems hov’ring o’er the grave.