1. Whispering Hope 1-4 There's light in the valley of shadows, No longer the darkness I fear; For Jesus is reigning in glory, My strength and my light ever near. Then whispering hope, (Whispering hope, O, how gentle thy voice,) O, how gentle thy voice; (Making my heart in its sorrow rejoice;) Making my heart (Whispering hope, O, how gentle thy voice,) in its sorrow rejoice. (Making my heart in its sorrows rejoice.) There's light in the valley of shadows, No longer the darkness I fear; For Jesus is reigning in glory, My strength and my light ever near. Then whispering hope, (Whispering hope, O, how gentle thy voice,) O, how gentle thy voice; (Making my heart in its sorrow rejoice;) Making my heart (Whispering hope, O, how gentle thy voice,) in its sorrow rejoice. (Making my heart in its sorrows rejoice.) Words by G. W. Lyon / Music by J. B. Vaughan

2. Whispering Hope 2-4 There's hope for the sad and despondent, Who suffer in silence alone; Amid their bereavements and sorrow, O'ercome by the weight of their gloom. Then whispering hope, (Whispering hope, O, how gentle thy voice,) O, how gentle thy voice; (Making my heart in its sorrow rejoice;) Making my heart (Whispering hope, O, how gentle thy voice,) in its sorrow rejoice. (Making my heart in its sorrows rejoice.) There's hope for the sad and despondent, Who suffer in silence alone; Amid their bereavements and sorrow, O'ercome by the weight of their gloom. Then whispering hope, (Whispering hope, O, how gentle thy voice,) O, how gentle thy voice; (Making my heart in its sorrow rejoice;) Making my heart (Whispering hope, O, how gentle thy voice,) in its sorrow rejoice. (Making my heart in its sorrows rejoice.)

3. Whispering Hope 3-4 There's joy for the wayward and lonely, Afar from their own native place; A home and a welcome are waiting, A Father with sweet smiling face. Then whispering hope, (Whispering hope, O, how gentle thy voice,) O, how gentle thy voice; (Making my heart in its sorrow rejoice;) Making my heart (Whispering hope, O, how gentle thy voice,) in its sorrow rejoice. (Making my heart in its sorrows rejoice.) There's joy for the wayward and lonely, Afar from their own native place; A home and a welcome are waiting, A Father with sweet smiling face. Then whispering hope, (Whispering hope, O, how gentle thy voice,) O, how gentle thy voice; (Making my heart in its sorrow rejoice;) Making my heart (Whispering hope, O, how gentle thy voice,) in its sorrow rejoice. (Making my heart in its sorrows rejoice.)

4. Whispering Hope 4-4 There's comfort and help for the dying, A rod and a staff for the way; A guide who securely will lead them To realms of an uncloudy day. Then whispering hope, (Whispering hope, O, how gentle thy voice,) O, how gentle thy voice; (Making my heart in its sorrow rejoice;) Making my heart (Whispering hope, O, how gentle thy voice,) in its sorrow rejoice. (Making my heart in its sorrows rejoice.) There's comfort and help for the dying, A rod and a staff for the way; A guide who securely will lead them To realms of an uncloudy day. Then whispering hope, (Whispering hope, O, how gentle thy voice,) O, how gentle thy voice; (Making my heart in its sorrow rejoice;) Making my heart (Whispering hope, O, how gentle thy voice,) in its sorrow rejoice. (Making my heart in its sorrows rejoice.)