In the murmur of darkened trees,
I hear your voice,
I want to sing,
but grating words cannot contain
gusty night-wind’s
solemn praise.
In the hush of trembling leaf
hosannas rise, rush
home to Thee.
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In the murmur of darkened trees,
I hear your voice,
I want to sing,
but grating words cannot contain
gusty night-wind’s
solemn praise.
In the hush of trembling leaf
hosannas rise, rush
home to Thee.
