The Heart in Tune 7878 D

Be the heart in tune within,
All without runs smooth and even,
Earthly objects seem to win
Something of the hues of heaven:

Clouds from off our sky are flown;
All grows bright around and o'er us;
Life acquires a loftier tone,
And hope dances light before us.

 

Music comes in ev'ry gale;
Flow'rs in all our paths are blowing,
Prosp'rous winds fill ev'ry sail;
Tides are ever fair and flowing.

Time adds feathers to his wing,
Grief of half her load is lightened;
Life's distresses lose their sting,
And its ev'ry joy is heightened.