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[Hast thou not heard within some sacred pile]
‘Let me hear Thy voice: for sweet is Thy voice.’—
Cant. ii. 14.
Cant. ii. 14.
Hast thou not heard within some sacred pile,
When hushed the swelling choir, through vaulted aisle
A sweet low echo lingering of the song,
As would angelic harps the sound prolong?
So through the silent chambers of my soul,
In calmest melody His sweet words roll.
The Poetical Works of Frances Ridley Havergal | ||