To Comfort Hearts That Sigh And Break, To Dry The Falling Tear, Wilt Thou Forego The Music Sweet Entrancing Now Thy Ear? I Must Return, I Firmly Said, The Strugglers In That Sea Shall Not Reach Out Beseeching Hands In Vain For Help To Me. I Turned To Go; But As I Turned The Gloomy Sea Grew Bright, And From My Heart There Seemed To Flow Ten Thousand Cords Of Light. And Sin-Wrecked Men, With Eager Hands Did Grasp Each Golden Cord; And With My Heart I Drew Them On To See My Gracious Lord. Again I Stood Beside The Gate. My Heart Was Glad And Free; For With Me Stood A Rescued Throng The Lord Had Given Me.