I hear the song of Soul.
A quiet phrase,
so pure and clear,
above all earthly noise,
stirs my slumbering sense and points to higher ways.
It bids me lift my voice
to utter melodies of God's design,
and humbly find
the heart of all true praise.
And so I hear,
and sing—
the song of Soul.
I hear the song of Soul,
and entertain
the harmonies of perfect Life.
I find no dreary dirge of mortal sense
can mar Love's glorious refrain.
With listening ear, we each can hear and hold,
in attitude of prayer,
this gift so rare,
and with God, secure remain.
So I come to know that all His children hear,
and sing,
and are—
the song of Soul.
