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I cannot be sad if my Savior is near,
He bids all my sadness depart....
I cannot be lonely, if gently I hear
His whisper of love in my heart.
The whisper of love, soft whisper of love,
How oft, like the poor wandering dove....
I fly to the ark with my Savior to rest,
And hear His soft whisper of love.
I cannot be weary, the days are not long,
If onward I trustingly move....
And oft on my journey I pause in my song,
To hear the soft whisper of love.
And when, from the path He has taught me to tread,
My footsteps forgetfully rove...
How kindly again to that path I am led,
And cheered by the whisper of love.
No voice in the world is so tenderly sweet,
No charm can my sorrow remove....
No accents in glory my joy would complete,
Without the soft whisper of love.
Author: Fanny Crosby
"Many waters cannot quench love,
neither can the floods drown it."
Song of Solomon 8:7
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