A Hidden Life

To silence deep as death, And for a time as long, As the voice of Him who saith, "Be still!"—O God! be strong; Till the silence of the night Shall utter her secret word, And the dim dawn light Shall speak of the risen Lord. For who can utter a thought That is fit for the hearing of God? Or who can feel what his hands have wrought, Or follow where his feet have trod? The mountains of God are high, But the skies are over them still; And we in our ways must walk by faith, And our hearts must be true to his will. The rivers of God are deep, But the tide of his love is higher; And we in our thoughts must trust in him, And our souls must aspire. For the paths of the Lord are strange, And the ways of his feet are unknown; But we must go where his voice has gone, And we must seek him alone. For the thoughts of the Lord are deep, And his words are pure and true; And we must bow where his feet have trod, And our hearts must be still as dew. For the silence of God is deep, And the voice of the Lord is still; And we must go where his voice has gone, And our souls must wait for his will.