[Written for the Sentinel]

"The secret place of the most High"

Oh, let me not in manner loudProfess 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 graceShall wing their way to Thee.

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