I am thankful that my mother loved hymns, because she made sure that their music and messages were part of my childhood. I remember thinking as a child that “WHISPERING HOPE” was especially beautiful. Written by Septimus Winner, a well-known poet, composer, and violinist, this hymn was published in 1868.

Even when I was a child maybe that word, hope, held special meaning for me. Of course I did not imagine I would someday aim to share hope by writing a blog. No one even knew what a blog was when I was born during the mid-twentieth century!

If you do not know the song or have not heard it in awhile, please find it, listen, and be blessed. The hymn as sung by Jim Reeves is a favorite of many. May you be blessed with hope and comfort by its music and message. I will include the hopeful and comforting lyrics below.


Soft as the voice of an angel breathing a lesson unheard,
Hope with a gentle persuasion whispers her comforting word.

Wait till the darkness is over, wait till the tempest is gone;
Hope for the sunshine tomorrow after the shower is gone.

Whispering hope, oh how welcome thy voice
Making my heart in its sorrow rejoice.

Whispering hope, oh how welcome thy voice
Making my heart in its sorrow rejoice.”
(S. W.)

Like many who author hymns, Winner based his on Scripture. His lyrics refer to Hebrews 6:19 and to the anchor that holds a believer’s soul steadfast… the “whispering hope.” The truth of this verse gives hope and comfort, so we can find these blessings in the hymn… thanks to one who surely had experienced that hope himself.

This hope we have as an anchor of the soul, a hope both sure and steadfast and one which enters within the veil.”  (Hebrews 6: 19)


  1. In a world filled with hate, we must still dare to hope. In a world filled with anger, we must still dare to comfort. In a world filled with despair, we must still dare to dream. And in a world filled with distrust, we must still dare to believe. Michael Jackson Hope springs eternal in the human breast; Man never Is, but always To be blest. The soul, uneasy, and confin d from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come. Alexander Pope

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