SHAYAN
03-02-2011, 12:31 AM
In The Hour Of Death After This Lifes Whim
When The Heart Beats Low And The Eyes Grow Dim
And Pain Has Exhausted Every Limb
The Lover Of The Lord Shall Trust In Him
When The Will Has Forgotten The Lifelong Aim
And The Mind Can Only Disgrace Its Fame
And A Man Is Uncertain Of His Own Name
The Power Of The Lord Shall Fill This Frame
When The Last Sigh Is Heaved And The Last Tear Shed
And The Coffin Is Waiting Beside The Bed
And The Widow And Child Forsake The Dead
The Angel Of The Lord Shall Lift This Head
For Even The Purest Delight May Pall
And Power Must Fail And The Pride Must Fall
And The Love Of The Dearest Friends Grow Small
But The Glory Of The Lord Is All In All
When The Heart Beats Low And The Eyes Grow Dim
And Pain Has Exhausted Every Limb
The Lover Of The Lord Shall Trust In Him
When The Will Has Forgotten The Lifelong Aim
And The Mind Can Only Disgrace Its Fame
And A Man Is Uncertain Of His Own Name
The Power Of The Lord Shall Fill This Frame
When The Last Sigh Is Heaved And The Last Tear Shed
And The Coffin Is Waiting Beside The Bed
And The Widow And Child Forsake The Dead
The Angel Of The Lord Shall Lift This Head
For Even The Purest Delight May Pall
And Power Must Fail And The Pride Must Fall
And The Love Of The Dearest Friends Grow Small
But The Glory Of The Lord Is All In All