YOU
To each of us must come a day like this one now and then,A day when all the mists of old enwrap the soul again.Last night, a smile upon my lips, I gave myself to rest,To-day awoke by ancient ill, by hurts of old, oppressed.I know not why these shadows come, these shades of vain desire,I do but know they creeping come to sit beside the fire;And earth is but an empty place, and joy has flickered out,And faith has fallen by the hand, assassin hand, of doubt.I only ask in such an hour, when such shall come to me,I only ask in such an hour that You are there to see,I only ask in such an hour I need but stretch my handAnd know that it shall feel the clasp of You, who understand.
To each of us must come a day like this one now and then,A day when all the mists of old enwrap the soul again.Last night, a smile upon my lips, I gave myself to rest,To-day awoke by ancient ill, by hurts of old, oppressed.I know not why these shadows come, these shades of vain desire,I do but know they creeping come to sit beside the fire;And earth is but an empty place, and joy has flickered out,And faith has fallen by the hand, assassin hand, of doubt.I only ask in such an hour, when such shall come to me,I only ask in such an hour that You are there to see,I only ask in such an hour I need but stretch my handAnd know that it shall feel the clasp of You, who understand.
To each of us must come a day like this one now and then,A day when all the mists of old enwrap the soul again.Last night, a smile upon my lips, I gave myself to rest,To-day awoke by ancient ill, by hurts of old, oppressed.
To each of us must come a day like this one now and then,
A day when all the mists of old enwrap the soul again.
Last night, a smile upon my lips, I gave myself to rest,
To-day awoke by ancient ill, by hurts of old, oppressed.
I know not why these shadows come, these shades of vain desire,I do but know they creeping come to sit beside the fire;And earth is but an empty place, and joy has flickered out,And faith has fallen by the hand, assassin hand, of doubt.
I know not why these shadows come, these shades of vain desire,
I do but know they creeping come to sit beside the fire;
And earth is but an empty place, and joy has flickered out,
And faith has fallen by the hand, assassin hand, of doubt.
I only ask in such an hour, when such shall come to me,I only ask in such an hour that You are there to see,I only ask in such an hour I need but stretch my handAnd know that it shall feel the clasp of You, who understand.
I only ask in such an hour, when such shall come to me,
I only ask in such an hour that You are there to see,
I only ask in such an hour I need but stretch my hand
And know that it shall feel the clasp of You, who understand.