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HUSHED was the evening hymn, The temple courts were dark, The lamp was burning dim Before the sacred ark: When suddenly a voice divine Rang through the silence of the shrine. |
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2 | The old man, meek and mild, The priest of Israel slept; His watch the temple-child, The little Levite, kept; And what from Eli’s sense was sealed The Lord to Hannah’s son revealed. |
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3 | O give me Samuel’s ear! The open ear, O Lord, Alive and quick to hear Each whisper of Thy Word; Like him to answer at Thy call, And to obey Thee first of all. |
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4 | O give me Samuel’s heart! A lowly heart that waits Where in Thy house Thou art, Or watches at Thy gates, By day and night, a heart that still Moves at the breathing of Thy will. |
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5 | O give me Samuel’s mind! A sweet unmurmuring faith, Obedient and resigned To Thee in life and death; That I may read with child-like eyes Truths that are hidden from the wise. |
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James Drummond Burns, 1823-64 |