When shadows dark do gather deep,
And sorrows weigh upon the soul,
There is a promise we may keep,
A brighter future to control.
And sorrows weigh upon the soul,
There is a promise we may keep,
A brighter future to control.
A whisper soft, a gentle sign,
That even in the darkest hour,
A gleam of hope will brightly shine,
And life revive with newfound power.
That even in the darkest hour,
A gleam of hope will brightly shine,
And life revive with newfound power.