John Brownlie (trans.) · 95 of 99

95: O Jesus, let me hear Thy voice

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 Eternal peace.

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.