A voice came out of the cloud, saying, Mark 9:7
This is My beloved Son: hear Him.
I love the voice divine that speaks
The words of life and peace,
That bids the penitent rejoice,
And sin and sorrow cease.
No healing balm on earth like this,
Can cheer the contrite heart;
No flattering dreams of earthly bliss
Such pure delight impart.
How merciful and kind Thou art
Thy goodness to reveal;
Bind up, O Lord, the broken heart,
The wounded spirit heal.
Let Thy bright presence, Lord, restore
Peace to the anxious breast;
Conduct me in the path that leads
To everlasting rest.