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1. Should the changes of life, like the tide's ebb and flow,<br> | 1. Should the changes of life, like the tide's ebb and flow,<br> | ||
Be ceaseless and varied in form,<br> | Be ceaseless and varied in form,<br> |
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Sheet Music
- Tune from Deseret Sunday School Songs, 1909 (no. 156), by J. Eardley
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- Tune from Deseret Sunday School Songs, 1909 (no. 156), by J. Eardley
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- no. 156 in Deseret Sunday School Songs, 1909
Lyrics
- Poet: John Lyon
- Copyright: Public Domain
Lyrics from Deseret Sunday School Songs, 1909, no 156
1. Should the changes of life, like the tide's ebb and flow,
Be ceaseless and varied in form,
And the frail bark of life in a moment forego
Its reck'ning amidst the dark storm,
Stand firm to the helm and close furl each sail,
While the tempest sweeps over the main:
There is hope in the wind, tho' destructive the gale,
'Twill calm and we'll try it again, again,
'Twill calm and we'll try it again.
2. There was never a valley but hilltops appear;
Nor storm that's not spent to a calm;
Nor a pain without pleasure, a hope without fear,
Nor wound but has always a balm!
When clouds of adversity gather around,
And our friends turn their backs in disdain,
Tho' the world should conspire all our hopes to confound,
Let's up and go try it again, again!
Let's up and go try it again!
3. All the fears of sad parting, the pangs of regret,
The sighs of fond hope or dull care,
Are but feelings implanted to make us respect
The deathsting of hopeless despair!
The teardrop of sorrow may darken the eye,
Like the sunbeams obscured by the rain,
But the clouds will disperse over hope's gloomy sky,
And cheer up our prospects again, again!
And cheer up our prospects again!