Faith Grasps The Blessing

Faith grasps the blessing she desires,

Hope points the upward gaze;

And Love, celestial Love, inspires

The eloquence of praise.

But sweeter far the still small voice

Unheard by human ear,

When God has made the heart rejoice,

And dried the bitter tear.

No accents flow, no words ascend;

All utterance faileth there;

But God Himself doth comprehend

And answer silent prayer.