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THE VOICE OF GOD.
“I heard thy voice in the garden, and I was afraid.”—
Gen. iii. 10.
Amidst the thrilling leaves, thy voice
At evening's fall drew near;
Father! and did not man rejoice
That blessed sound to hear?
At evening's fall drew near;
Father! and did not man rejoice
That blessed sound to hear?
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Did not his heart within him burn,
Touch'd by the solemn tone?
Not so!—for, never to return,
Its purity was gone.
Touch'd by the solemn tone?
Not so!—for, never to return,
Its purity was gone.
Therefore, 'midst holy stream and bower,
His spirit shook with dread,
And call'd the cedars, in that hour,
To veil his conscious head.
His spirit shook with dread,
And call'd the cedars, in that hour,
To veil his conscious head.
Oh! in each wind, each fountain flow,
Each whisper of the shade,
Grant me, my God, thy voice to know,
And not to be afraid!
Each whisper of the shade,
Grant me, my God, thy voice to know,
And not to be afraid!
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