In Israel’s Fane, by Silent Night

In Israel’s fane

by si­lent night

The lamp of God was burn­ing bright;

And there

by view­less an­gels kept

Samuel

the child

se­cure­ly slept.

A voice un­known the still­ness broke;

Samuel! it called

and thrice it spoke;

He rose; he asked whence came the word;

From Eli? No—it was the Lord.

Thus ear­ly called to serve his God

In paths of right­eous­ness he trod;

Prophetic vi­sions fired his breast

And all the chos­en tribes were blest.

Speak

Lord

and from our ear­li­est days

Incline our hearts to love Thy ways;

Thy wak­en­ing voice hath reached our ear;

Speak Lord

to us; Thy serv­ants hear.