She is the revealer of the unseen,
The soother of the troubled soul,
The balm of Gilead, ever green,
The star that guides us toward our goal.
She is the whisper in the breeze,
The sunlight on the mountain's brow,
The murmur of the ancient trees,
The peace that stills the spirit now.
The soother of the troubled soul,
The balm of Gilead, ever green,
The star that guides us toward our goal.
She is the whisper in the breeze,
The sunlight on the mountain's brow,
The murmur of the ancient trees,
The peace that stills the spirit now.