So earnestly spoken that day,
Methinks that thy words, this sad heart would move,
For my pride has melted away;
And I've learned how true was the heart that I spurned,
And I've longed for the face that never returned.
If thou shouldst return to claim me thy bride,
How gladly thy fate would I share;
How gladly I'd spend my whole life at thy side,
How honored I'd feel to be there;
Oh, I've learned to revere the heart that I spurned!
And I long for the face that never returned.
If thou shouldst return, ah, vain is the dream!
I'll cherish the fancy no more;
Though dark and forsaken my pathway may seem,
I'll press bravely on as before;
And trust in the One who forgives our mistakes,
And heals the deep wounds that our waywardness makes.