By A Collection of Hymns

      L.M. 1 Kings xix. 13.
      1 THE voice that speaks Jehovah near,
      The still small voice, I long to hear;
      O might it now my Lord proclaim,
      And fill my soul with holy shame!

      2 Ashamed I must for ever be,
      Afraid the God of love to see,
      If saints and prophets hide their face,
      And angels tremble while they gaze!