696		LM
	O GOD, Who didst Thy will unfold    In wondrous ways to saints of old, By dream, by oracle, or seer, Thou art the hearer, still, of prayer.
2	What though no answering voice is heard? Thine oracles—the written Word— Counsel and guidance still impart, Responsive to the seeking heart.
3	What though no more by dreams is shown That future things to God are known? Enough the promises reveal; Wisdom and love the rest conceal.
4	Faith asks no signal from the skies To show that prayers accepted rise; Our Priest is in the holy place, And answers from the throne of grace.
5	No need of prophets to inquire: The Sun is risen—the stars retire! The Comforter is come, and sheds His holy unction on our heads.
6	Lord, with this grace our hearts inspire; Answer our sacrifice by fire; And by Thy mighty acts declare Thou art the God Who hearest prayer.
	Josiah Conder, 1789-1855