We're just starting into life,--
What shall arm us for its strife?
What shall lead our steps aright?
Whence shall come a guiding light?
Whence shall come the saving word?
How the voice of God be heard?
Not from sages,--not from books,
Nor twinkling stars, nor babbling brooks.
These all speak His power and love,
Who rules below, and rules above;
But to know His holy will,
Oft in silence deep and still,
We must turn an ear within;
There, midst life's disturbing din,
The "still, small voice," in whispers sweet
Shall point our way and guide our feet.