The Still Small Voice


The Still Small Voice

The still small voice that speaks within
I hear it when, at play,
I speak the loud and angry word
That drives my friend away.


The voice within, the voice within,
Oh may I have a care;
It speaks to warn from every sin,
And God has placed it there.

If falsehood whispers to my heart
To tell a coward lie,
To hide some careless thing I’ve done,
I heard the sad voice sigh.


If selfishness would bid me keep
What I should gladly share,
I hear again the inner voice,
And then with shame forbear.


I thank Thee, Father, for this friend,
Whom I would always heed;
O may I hear its slightest tone
In every time of need.


Words: Francis Fagan, 1866.

 ht: Cyberhymnal

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