O Jesus, let me hear Thy voice,
No music sweeter to my ear;
It tells my drooping heart to hope,
For Thou art near.
Speak when the tempest fiercely blows,
Bid Thou its angry raging cease;
For where Thy voice is heard, there reigns
Speak when the clouds in dusky folds
Hide from mine eyes the noontide sun;
For when Thy voice proclaims Thy will,
Thy will is done.
O Jesus, let Thy voice be heard
In stilly eve and buoyant morn;
And let the peace it brings, each day
My life adorn.