John x. 27.
No other voice than
Thine has ever spoken,
O
Lord, to me--
No other words but
Thine the stillness broken
Of
life's lone sea.
There openeth the
spirit's silent chamber
No
other hand--
No other lips can
speak the language tender,
Speech
of the Fatherland.
For others speak to
one the eye beholdeth,
Who
veils the soul within--
Some know not all
the joy, and all the sorrow,
And
none know all the sin.
They speak to one
they love, it may be blindly,
Or
hate, as it may be.
They speak but to
the shadow, the illusion;
Thou
speakest, Lord, to me.
It is unto the
sheep the Shepherd calleth,
His
voice they know,
No voice beside can
lead them to the pastures
Where
fountains flow.
None other tells
unto my soul the secret,
The
mystery divine--
The love that
maketh glad the inner chambers,
His
home and mine.
And therefore, O my
God, with full assurance
I
hear, and I rejoice;
The heart of
Christ, beyond men's thoughts and dreamings,
Told
in His voice.
T. S. M.
