Softly to the waiting stillness of our hearts,
Like a song by angels sung, hovering ever near,
Thoughts of heaven-born sweetness come, catch us up to God,
Scattering every earthly cloud till our vision's clear.
And then again in time of labor, toil, or care,
As struggling with timidity or phantom fear
We long for heavenly sign to show His presence there,
Deep-toned, ineffable, there falls a message dear—
The eternal Father speaks!
We, adoring, dare to let our burdens fall; we lean so low
to hear;
Till rising, find midst joy we have no loads to bear!
