Hush'd is the solemn voice that woke in prayer

Hush'd is the solemn voice that woke in prayer;
There is a pause, — and then there breathes again
In stifled accents thro' the listening air,
Like far off waters murmuring, — "Amen." —
Hearts in its simple utterance arc pour'd,
And God in that one little word adored;

And heaven's high courts, (for all that human ear
Can scarce its whisper, clothed in language, hear,)
Ring with the voice of hearts, whose feeblest sigh
Echo to echo answers thro' the sky;
Until it find its last response and rest,
In the calm quiet of Jehovah's breast:

Whence first it rose, — by His own gift of grace,
There last it seeks, and finds a resting-place.