When sorrow’s weight bends low the weary heart,
And shadows gather thick in silent pain,
Love comes with gentle hands and healing art,
Like soothing drops of cool and welcome rain.

It mends the wounds no surgeon’s skill can trace,
And calms the storms that rage within the mind;
Its tender light brings hope to every place,
Where fear and grief have left their marks behind.

No costly drug can match its quiet power,
Nor cure the soul with such enduring grace;
It strengthens faith in life’s most troubled hour,
And paints new joy upon a tear-stained face.

Though flesh may fail and earthly remedies cease,
Love still restores the heart and grants it peace.