The lonely heart may yet be joined
if there is another way to glory.
For pain is not victory itself
but evidence of our reaching.
So be still me soul,
be still.

You are not alone,
though in living you
pass pressingly unknown,
though heart aches
through what others take
and in parting leave you none.

When the stormy day turns to calm nights
and silence finds me weeping,
hold gently to those scarred hands
that can only keep on giving.
So be still my soul,
be still.

You are not alone,
though in living you
pass pressingly unknown
though heart aches
through what others take
and in parting leave you none.

The lonely heart may be contented
for the path that leads her on to home
triumph is enemies defeated
and gladness its companion.
So be glad my soul,
be glad.

You are not alone,
though in living you
pass pressingly unknown,
though heart aches
through what others take
and in parting leave you none.

Today you will see the son.