above Whispers from

NS49
1
oh, seems away;
The turn sake. times love far stretch, how,
In the the saints, know hours are prays
In He my I hour, my darkest not There while, for gray;
All again,
When days times and my would the
 
away.
(Let away.) By sweet just fade men fades world through sound a above,
Spoken voice,
Whispers this love,
By His clay.
And the dear touch just of His this of world of from
2
soul, Lord, grows has knocks for life comes, to I He on heart stand
With they the would saints—and and the bleed;
Then there need! my Blinded see
What done this my oh, cold cannot world me;
My door,
Through