I Hear Thee Lord

I may not hear a clear call in the night

As did the youthful Samuel, but my ears

And heart are open and my eyes alight

That I can say, "Speak, Lord, Thy servant hears."

For there may come a whisper in the dawn

Like carillons from far celestial towers,

And listening, my soul could look upon

Earth's crests of grief as on a field of flowers

At morning. Like a canticle of peace

This call could ring the world in echoes tolled

To quiet spirit anguish, and release

Hope to the youth and comfort to the old.

A clear call or a whisper, let me heed--

Answer, "I hear Thee, Lord," then fill the need.