When Thy voice, so gently pleading,
Murmurs, Come to me,
Oh, may we, no other heeding,
Father, turn to Thee!
When the mists of error, drifting,
Seem to hide Thy face,
May Thy words, the darkness rifting,
Lift us to the place
Where we see our own true being,
Ever one with Thine;
See ourselves as Thou art seeing,
Hear Thee say, Thou'rt Mine!
