Poems (Shipton)/The Still Small Voice
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THE STILL SMALL VOICE.
"I will instruct thee and teach thee in the way which thou shalt go: I will guide thee with mine eye."—Psalm xxxii. 8.
Speak to me, Lord! not in the thunder cloud,
Nor in the whirlwind, lest I hear and die;
Nor let the fearful tempest, hurling loud,
Fright my sad soul with its iniquity.
Speak in Thy still small voice, as it is heard
By patient watchers waiting at Thy feet;
O gracious Spirit! by Thy Holy Word
Draw Thou the sinner to Thy mercy-seat.
Man doth make dark Thy counsel. Oh, speak Thou
Till a great calm subdues the billows wild!
Thy grace sufficeth! Lord, Thy grace bestow,
And with Thy counsel guide Thy weakest child.
Nor in the whirlwind, lest I hear and die;
Nor let the fearful tempest, hurling loud,
Fright my sad soul with its iniquity.
Speak in Thy still small voice, as it is heard
By patient watchers waiting at Thy feet;
O gracious Spirit! by Thy Holy Word
Draw Thou the sinner to Thy mercy-seat.
Man doth make dark Thy counsel. Oh, speak Thou
Till a great calm subdues the billows wild!
Thy grace sufficeth! Lord, Thy grace bestow,
And with Thy counsel guide Thy weakest child.