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The Still Small Voice
The Lord passed by! A mighty wind
The lofty mountains rent
The ancient trees, by the strong blast,
Like pliant reeds were bent.
The lofty mountains rent
The ancient trees, by the strong blast,
Like pliant reeds were bent.
But in the wind the Lord was not;
Nor in the earthquake dire,
Which shook the solid mountain's base,
Nor in the flaming fire.
Nor in the earthquake dire,
Which shook the solid mountain's base,
Nor in the flaming fire.
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But, after these, a still, small voice
The listening prophet heard;
And in his mantle wrapt his face,
He knew it was the Lord.
The listening prophet heard;
And in his mantle wrapt his face,
He knew it was the Lord.
The War is past, with earthquake shock
That shook our native land;
And quenched the fierce, consuming flame,
By his divine command.
That shook our native land;
And quenched the fierce, consuming flame,
By his divine command.
And now the still small voice we hear,
Unheard amidst its strife;
That bids the sons of men return
Unto the paths of life.
Unheard amidst its strife;
That bids the sons of men return
Unto the paths of life.
O, may we know that pardoning voice,
That speaketh from above!
And to its words of Peace and Love
Forever faithful prove.
That speaketh from above!
And to its words of Peace and Love
Forever faithful prove.
Poem No. 523; 1865?
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