Classic Poem

Lo, we stand before thee now,
And our silent, inward vow
Thou dost hear in that profound,
Where is neither voice nor sound!

Not by any outward sign
Dost thou show thy will divine;
Deep within thy voice doth cry,
And our quickened souls reply.

Thou dost hear, and thou wilt bless
With thy strength and tenderness:
Lo, we come to do thy will, —
With thy life our spirits fill!