The pure, the bright, the beautiful That stirred our hearths in youth Whisper of a wordless prayer The streams of love and truth A longing after something lost The spirit's yearning cry Striving after better hopes These things can never die There will always be a shining sun There will always be the rising of the sea There will always be an angel watching over thee There will always be an angel watching over thee A timid hand stretched forth to aid A brother in his need A kindly word in grief's dark hour That proves a friend indeed There will always be a shining sun There will always be the rising of the sea There will always be an angel watching over thee There will always be an angel watching over thee There will always be a shining sun There will always be the rising of the sea There will always be an angel watching over thee There will always be an angel watching over Ahh