A Small Voice
- Not the wind that broke the rock,
Not the quake that shook the ground,
Not the fire that burned the air
But the sound that is no sound. - Not the emperor on his throne,
Not the king of coin and sword,
Not the prince of power and pomp
But our loving, giving Lord. - Not the yoke of civil powers,
Not the rod to goad the weak,
Not the judge remote and grim
But the brother of the meek. - He the monarch crowned with thorns,
He reviled with jeers and rod,
He Our Saviour Crucified,
Prince of Peace and Son of God.