O Still Small Voice!

O still small voice that came in stillness of the Horeb height,That hushed to silence earthquake, wind, and flame,Come whisper now, that we forget the hour of shameful flight,When evil menaced him who loved Thy name!

So in this later day, when we seem overwhelmed by stormOf flaming hate, our world seems rocked and quakesIn tumult; when a starless night of chaos void of formDeceives, come, whisper thou, The dawn now breaks!

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November 11, 1933
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