Faint Falls the Gentle Voice of Prayer

Faint falls the gen­tle voice of pray­er

In the wild sounds that fill the air

Yet

Lord

we know that voice is heard

Not less than if Thy throne it stirred.

Thine ear

Thou ten­der One

is caught

If we but bend the knee in thought;

No chor­al song that shakes the sky

Floats far­ther than the Christ­ian’s sigh.

Not all the dark­ness of the land

Can hide the lift­ed eye and hand;

Nor need the clang­ing con­flict cease

To make Thee hear our cries for peace.