Hymnal: Fillmore's Harp of Zion
Date: 1867
Compiler: A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: R W Carroll & Co
First Line: When our purest delights are nipped in the blossom
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
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Meter: 12s and 8s
Tune: Chant X
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 324, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsWhen our purest delights are nipped in the blossom,
When those we love best are laid low;
When grief plants in secret her thorn in the bosom,
Deserted, "to whom shall we go."
When with error bewildered, our path becomes dreary,
And tears of despondency flow;
When the whole head is sick, and the whole heart is weary,
Despairing, "to whom shall we go."
O blest be that light which has parted the clouds,
And a path to the pilgrim can show;
That pierces the veil which the future enshrouds,
And tells us to whom we shall go.