A gentle thought, a moment's peace,
Doth find its way into the soul,
And bid the hurried worries cease,
And make the wounded spirit whole.
Doth find its way into the soul,
And bid the hurried worries cease,
And make the wounded spirit whole.
It is a balm, a soft repose,
A whisper sweet, of hope and love,
And from its depth, contentment grows,
A gift sent down from realms above.
A whisper sweet, of hope and love,
And from its depth, contentment grows,
A gift sent down from realms above.