The still, small voice that ever guides
Despite the tumult and the clatter
Of earthly witness that records
The false report of mindless matter—
Herein is love.
To know Mind's watchful care and find
The path made straight for feet that falter,
Divine bestowal of all good,
Unmeasured good that cannot alter—
Herein is love.
The lifting up when all seems lost
And man is bowed with hopeless weeping,
The lifting from despair and woe
To know the Father's tender keeping—
Herein is love.
