|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 oraclesthe 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 risenthe 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|