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OMNIPRESENCE.
How sweet, in holy solitude,
To fold the hands and raise the heart;
No sounds to mar the sanctitude
That sacred silence doth impart,
When, on the hushed and pensive air,
A still small voice is answering prayer.
To fold the hands and raise the heart;
No sounds to mar the sanctitude
That sacred silence doth impart,
When, on the hushed and pensive air,
A still small voice is answering prayer.
How sweet to feel a present God—
Communion blest and deep!
Turn from the paths by others trod,
And kneel alone to weep;
And pour each inmost thought to Him,
The tears of love our eyes that dim.
Communion blest and deep!
Turn from the paths by others trod,
And kneel alone to weep;
And pour each inmost thought to Him,
The tears of love our eyes that dim.
We hear Him in the silence round;
We breathe our own, our child-like prayer;
No voices break the hush profound,
The holy calm that fills the air;
Alone with God, our spirits rise,
And claim affiance with the skies.
We breathe our own, our child-like prayer;
No voices break the hush profound,
The holy calm that fills the air;
Alone with God, our spirits rise,
And claim affiance with the skies.
