SOME ONE IS PRAYING FOR ME.
I know by the deep peace that comes to my soul,
When of light not a ray can I see,
That to Him who e'er maketh the wounded heart whole,
Some one is praying for me.
When of light not a ray can I see,
That to Him who e'er maketh the wounded heart whole,
Some one is praying for me.
I know by these visions so holy and bright,
By this love, from all earthly taint free,
Illuming my pathway with Heaven's own light,
That some one is praying for me.
By this love, from all earthly taint free,
Illuming my pathway with Heaven's own light,
That some one is praying for me.
I know by sweet voices now whispering hope,
Like soft murmur of far-distant sea;
The spirit thus nerving with life's ills to cope,
That some one is praying for me.
Like soft murmur of far-distant sea;
The spirit thus nerving with life's ills to cope,
That some one is praying for me.
Oh! Hearer of prayer, make that soul thy care,
Where'er on this earth it may be;
Each heavy cross lighten, each sorrow-cloud brighten,
For one who is praying for me.
Where'er on this earth it may be;
Each heavy cross lighten, each sorrow-cloud brighten,
For one who is praying for me.
