…a still small voice.
1 Kings 19:12
Words: Robert F. Sample, in Hosanna for the Sunday School, edited by Alfred T. Schauffler (New York: Century Company, 1898), number 70.
Music: Beardsley Van de Water (🔊 pdf nwc).
If you know where to get a good photo of Sample (head & shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels), or a better one of Van de Water,
I hear a voice, ’tis soft and sweet,
It bids my sin-sick soul rejoice;
The same was heard in Salem’s street,
And in the mountain’s cool retreat,
My Savior’s voice.
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Sweeter than chiming bells,
Softer than evening rills,
The voice that tells of pardon—
Pardon, peace, and Heav’n.
When weary with my load of guilt,
I’ll not forget that Christ is all
;
For me His precious blood was spilt;
He sweetly says, Come, if thou wilt
;
How glad the call!
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My soul is troubled like the sea,
The surging billows roll around;
But He who calmed far Galilee
Doth kindly say, Peace be to thee
;
How blest the sound!
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