If grief for grief can touch thee
T. Fisk
If grief for grief can touch thee
If answering woe for woe
If any ruth can melt thee
Come to me now
I cannot be more lonely
More drear I cannot be
My worn heart throbs so wildly
'Twill break for thee
And when the world despises
When heaven repels my prayer
Will not my angel comfort?
Mine idol hear?
Yes by the tears I've poured
By all my hours of pain
Oh I will surely win thee
Beloved, again