The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | ||
567.
[That voice which speaks Jehovah near]
When Elijah heard it, he wrapped his face, &c.
—xix. 13.
That voice which speaks Jehovah near,
That still small voice I long to hear:
O might it now the Lord proclaim,
And fill my soul with holy shame!
Ashamed I must for ever be,
Afraid the God of love to see,
If saints and prophets hide their face,
And angels tremble, while they gaze.
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