148th.
1
Hushed was the evening hymn,
The temple courts were dark,
The lamp was burning dim
Before the sacred ark,
When suddenly a voice divine
Rang through the silence of the shrine.
2
Old Eli, meek and mild,
The priest of Israel, slept;
His watch the temple child,
The little Levite kept;
And what from Eli’s sense was sealed
The Lord to Hannah’s son revealed.
3
O give me Samuel’s ear,
The open ear, O Lord,
Alive and quick to hear
Each whisper of Thy Word;
Like him to answer at Thy call,
And to obey Thee first of all.
4
O give me Samuel’s heart,
A lowly heart that waits
Where in Thy house Thou art,
Or watches at Thy gates;
By day and night a heart that still
Moves at the breathing of Thy will.
