OH, "still small voice," to me the truth confiding,
If I but listen for Thy words divine,
Oh, sacred presence, with me abiding,
While trustingly I place my hand in Thine,
In happiness so gently Thou dost guide me
Mid paths of pleasantness and peace so blest,
In time of trouble Thou art e'er beside me,
Truth, Life, and Love made manifest.
Or when I flee away from worldly chiding
Unto that holy secret place most high,
There, "hid with Christ," in faithfulness abiding
Where never sickness, sin, nor death come nigh:
No sense of ill, injustice, or oppression
Doth enter that sweet place of perfect rest,
For All-in-all, is good in Thy possession,
Truth, Life, and Love made manifest.
So, like a child, aweary with earth's story,
I turn to Thee, our Father-Mother God,
To seek anew the promise and the glory
For them that follow where our Master trod;
To climb the mountain height, in faith beholding
The things prepared for them beyond the crest,
Where Christly visions are for aye unfolding
Truth, Life, and Love made manifest.
