Cry, cry, cry out loud,
This pain that knows no name,
Oh fear be not proud.
Though emptiness makes no sound;
And steal the comfort of words,
Cry, cry, cry out loud.
Should restlessness rests like a shroud
Within the tomb of unknowns,
Oh fear be not proud.
When silence reign in an empty crowd;
And choke the voice of peace,
Cry, cry, cry out loud.
Should dread bring its dark cloud
To rain upon rent hearts,
Oh fear be not proud.
And you, my dear, stand unbowed
In the arms of Whom loves you.
Cry, cry, cry out loud.
Oh fear be not proud.
