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Today a cloud surrounded me of fog so dark and cold
The sorrow ‘round me as mist swirled, no sunbeams to behold
But in the blackest, darkest hour I heard a dove’s low song
I looked behind me, side to side, to find the dove I longed
But seems to me that from my heart these gentle wings gave beat
On the sweet dove cooed her song—the song of eternity

In the dark the small dove sang of everlasting light
The cold mist seemed to melt away at visions of no night
With joy and gladness my heart leaped when came the chorus of no sorrow
How strong and courageous my heart grew with no fear of tomorrow
No sad goodbyes and bitter tears, no misunderstandings there
The sweet dove cooed her soothing song—this song expelled despair

She sang of my Redeemer’s arms that soon would hold me near
Of how I’d meet those gone before whom my heart held so dear
Of rest, and peace, and happiness; of forest, plain, and hills
Of streets of gold, a city bright through which flow clearest rills
And soon my lips began to sing of what only faith can see
My heart cooed the sweet dove’s song—the song written for me

I’ve had as many ups as downs, I’ve known both pain and pleasure
But only during darkest times my soul renews this treasure
For in a rose, a friend, a laugh, I have the smallest ration
A vision of the joys ahead which God for me has fashioned
A glance across sweet Heaven’s shore, just a little peek
Not needed is the sweet dove’s song—this song so low and meek

So low her song it can’t be heard in busyness and mirth
It isn’t heard in times of plenty, only in the dearth
In the loneliness of mourning, when mouth and heart both groan
In sorrow’s blackness when I feel forsaken, all alone
In the stillness of the night when my poor heart is torn
The sweet dove swells a mighty song— her song breaks forth as morn

So for today, I venture through this mist no more afraid
For in the dark I see a light, the way for me is laid
Ever since the world began, daylight comes after evening
The morning to which I press on is real and never-ending
For now my Saviour’s given me this song to help me through
The name of this sweet song is Hope— A hope I have in view