EN 2009 O God, Who Didst Thy Will Unfold
Prov.15.29
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O God, who didst Thy will unfold
In wondrous modes to saints of old,
By dream, by oracle, or seer,
Wilt Thou not still Thy people hear?
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What though no answering voice is heard!
Thine oracles, the written Word,
Counsel and guidance still impart,
Responsive to the upright heart.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Lord, with this grace our hearts inspire;
Answer our sacrifice by fire;
And by Thy mighty acts declare
Thou art the God Who heareth prayer.

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