Text: | A Hope in Heaven |
Tune: | [When pulse beats low and cheeks grow pale] |
Composer: | B. M. McDowell |
1 When pulse beats low and cheeks grow pale,
And storms of life are fiercely driv’n;
When fairest prospects quickly fail,
How sweet to have a hope in heav’n!
Refrain:
A hope in heav’n,
How sweet to have a hope in heav’n!
2 When friends that seemed most near and dear,
Are from our bosom swiftly riv’n,
And life’s bright joys in gloom appear,
How sweet to have a hope in heav’n! [Refrain]
3 When lone and wand’ring far from home,
No kind relief to us is giv’n,
Oh, what would then of us become,
If we had not a hope in heav’n? [Refrain]
4 And when the end is drawing nigh,
Of life thro’ which we long have striv’n,
And we at last must droop and die,
How sweet to have a hope in heav’n! [Refrain]
Text Information | |
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First Line: | When pulse beats low and cheeks grow pale |
Title: | A Hope in Heaven |
Refrain First Line: | A hope in heav’n |
Publication Date: | 1893 |
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Tune Information | |
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Name: | [When pulse beats low and cheeks grow pale] |
Composer: | B. M. McDowell |
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MIDI file: | MIDI |