I <br /> <br />Faint falls the gentle voice of prayer <br />In the wild sounds that fill the air, <br />Yet, Lord, we know that voice is heard, <br />Not less than if Thy throne it stirred. <br /> <br /> II <br /> <br />Thine ear, thou tender One, is caught, <br />If we but bend the knee in thought; <br />No choral song that shakes the sky <br />Floats farther than the Christian's sigh. <br /> <br /> III <br /> <br />Not all the darkness of the land <br />Can hide the lifted eye and hand; <br />Nor need the clanging conflict cease, <br />To make Thee hear our cries for peace.<br /><br />Henry Timrod<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hymn-a-sacred-concert/
