“When across the heart deep waves of sorrow Break, as on a dry and barren shore; When hope glistens with no bright tomorrow, And the storm seems sweeping evermore;
“When the cup of every earthly gladness Bears no taste of the life-giving stream; And high hopes, as though to mock our sadness, Fade and die as in some fitful dream,
“Who shall hush the weary spirit’s chiding? Who the aching void within shall fill? Who shall whisper of a peace abiding, And each surging billow calmly still?
“Only He whose wounded heart was broken With the bitter cross and thorny crown; Whose dear love glad words of Joy had spoken, Who His life for us laid meekly down.
Streams in the Desert (Anonymous)