Hath not thy heart within thee burned

Verse 1

Hath not thy heart within thee burned At evening’s calm and holy hour, As if its inmost depths discerned The presence of a loftier power?

Verse 2

Hast thou not heard ’mid forest glades, While ancient rivers murmured by, A voice from forth the eternal shades, That spake a present Deity?

Verse 3

And as, upon the sacred page, Thine eye in rapt attention turned O’er records of a holier age, Hath not thy heart within thee burned?

Verse 4

It was the voice of God that spake In silence to thy silent heart; And bade each worthier thought awake, And every dream of earth depart.

Verse 5

Voice of our God, O, yet be near! In low, sweet accents, whisper peace; Direct us on our pathway here, Then bid in heaven our wanderings cease.