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“AND IT SHALL COME TO PASS.”
O, muse away—intrude not on this calm,
My heart and I are weary of life's woes;
I fain would sit alone, my heart and I commune,
While God draws very near and lends a listening ear
To my poor plea. O, muse away—
And leave me but to-day—
Break not the spell so soon.
My heart and I are weary of life's woes;
I fain would sit alone, my heart and I commune,
While God draws very near and lends a listening ear
To my poor plea. O, muse away—
And leave me but to-day—
Break not the spell so soon.
My room is dark, the curtains close are drawn,
But that might not have been, the room was dark since dawn;
I stole aside to pray, I had a burden hard to bear,
And sought my chamber walls, that on the altar there,
My offering I'd lay, but ere I knelt I found
I was not all alone, for I could hear a sound,
A voice besides my own.
But that might not have been, the room was dark since dawn;
I stole aside to pray, I had a burden hard to bear,
And sought my chamber walls, that on the altar there,
My offering I'd lay, but ere I knelt I found
I was not all alone, for I could hear a sound,
A voice besides my own.
It was no human tongue that raised the song I knew;
It was my soul that sang, inspired, O, muse by you;
With tear-dimmed eyes I raised my burning heart's desire,
Then waited, tremblingly, for God's descending fire.
I waited long, and thought that I had prayed in vain,
Not as the “rushing wind” or still small voice it came,
Nor as Elijah's flame.
It was my soul that sang, inspired, O, muse by you;
With tear-dimmed eyes I raised my burning heart's desire,
Then waited, tremblingly, for God's descending fire.
I waited long, and thought that I had prayed in vain,
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Nor as Elijah's flame.
But I could hear God say, “Believe and trust my word.”
(The God that notes the fall of e'en a tiny bird.)
Saith, “Faithless child, the answer is with thee;
Ask what thou wilt in my name, I will grant it thee.
The light stole in, the truth revealed at last,
'Tis as you pray the answer is,
And it shall come to pass.
(The God that notes the fall of e'en a tiny bird.)
Saith, “Faithless child, the answer is with thee;
Ask what thou wilt in my name, I will grant it thee.
The light stole in, the truth revealed at last,
'Tis as you pray the answer is,
And it shall come to pass.
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