Father, hast Thou not a message,
To be borne in melody,
To the hearts of suffering thousands,
Unsustained by hope in Thee?
Gladly would I bear the message.
If a humble one might be
Worthy to receive it, might not
Seraphs whisper it to me?
Low down in each heart are longings,
That to song responsive spring;
Songs of Heaven, I long to sing them,
That they may with gladness ring.
Lord, Thou didst inspire the Prophets!
I would follow and serve Thee.
Patiently I listen! Might not
Seraphs whisper them to me?
