Sweet as the morning
When the dew touches the earth,
Soft as the moonlight
That blesses the nighttime,
So is the voice of the Lord
When it comes to my yearning heart
While on my knees I cry
And say, "Father, Father."
If I stir, if I quake,
I may not his soft voice hear.
For upon still waters
His gentle spirit does move,
So if my soul is troubled
Like waves of the northern sea,
I stand on the word of God
And say, "peace, peace, be still."
Lord I, your voice, love to hear.
Your spirit is wooing
So let my heart keep falling
Till I am lost in your love.
For at the stir of your spirit calling
I rise to know your perfect will,
For it is better than mine,
And I say, "amen, amen."