Listening to God

There’s mu­sic in my soul to­day

A mu­sic rich and sweet

Which fills my life with me­lo­dy

And makes my joy com­plete!

For I have heard the whis­per of

A voice that speaks to me

Of par­don

which my Lord be­stows

And love be­yond de­gree.

I am list­en­ing to God!

I am list­en­ing to God!

My heart is still

I fear no ill

I’m list­en­ing to God!

He tells me of the ten­der care

That guards me night and day;

He tells me of a lov­ing hand

That leads me all the way;

He speaks the word of com­fort when

My heart is sore op­pressed

And whis­pers of the heav’n­ly land

Where I shall find His rest.

He bids me fear no ev­il thing

But trust His watch­ful care;

He bids me cast on Him the load

I find too great to bear;

He points me to the bet­ter land

Where bur­dens are laid down

And pro­mis­es that I shall wear

In Heav’n a vic­tor’s crown.