I climbed a lonely hilltop
Near the twilight's close
No song of bird to cheer me
No fragrance from the rose
My heart was full of sorrow
My soul with heavy care
I raised my hands to heaven
And closed my eyes in prayer
I stood there in the twilight
I know not for how long
Till I sensed the rose's fragrance
And the nightingale in song
And then my heart was lifted
As silently I prayed
And I heard the Master whisper
"Oh be thou not afraid.
I will not forsake thee
Thy true abiding friend
I am with you always
Even to the end
So fear thee not tomorrow
Leave behind thy sorrow
I am with you
Always with you
Even to the end!"
So, if you
climb a lonely hilltop, near the twilight's close...