"The secret place of the most High"

GRACE NIXON STECHER

Oh, let me not in manner loud
Profess Thy sacred Word;
To gain the plaudits of the crowd,
Let not my voice be heard.

No wordy prayers, no lengthened face,
Shall win Thy dear decree;
But deeds illumed with inward grace
Shall wing their way to Thee.

Thy will divine I cannot sway;
To Thee I must arise;
For Thou 'rt the same to-day, alway,
Unchanging and all-wise.

And so in sacred secrecy
I'll yield my will to Thine;
Renouncing all hypocrisy,
Receiving Truth divine.

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