The still small voice that speaks within
I hear it when, at play,
I speak the loud and angry word
That drives my friend away.
The voice within, the voice within,
Oh may I have a care;
It speaks to warn from every sin,
And God has placed it there.
If falsehood whispers to my heart
To tell a coward lie,
To hide some careless thing I’ve done,
I heard the sad voice sigh.
If selfishness would bid me keep
What I should gladly share,
I hear again the inner voice,
And then with shame forbear.
I thank Thee, Father, for this friend,
Whom I would always heed;
O may I hear its slightest tone
In every time of need.