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In Israel’s fane, by silent night,
The lamp of God was burning bright;
And there, by viewless angels kept,
Samuel, the child, securely slept.
A voice unknown the stillness broke;
“Samuel!” it called, and thrice it spoke;
He rose; he asked whence came the word;
From Eli? No —it was the Lord.
Thus early called to serve his God,
In paths of righteousness he trod;
Prophetic visions fired his breast,
And all the chosen tribes were blest.
Speak, Lord! and, from our earliest days,
Incline our hearts to love thy ways;
Thy wakening voice hath reached our ear;
Speak, Lord, to us; they servants hear.
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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| 1851 | # 487 |
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