God; Not Gift + 

Gray clouds my heaven have covered o’er; + 

My sea ebbs fast, no more to flow; + 

Ghastly and dry, my desert shore + 

Parched, bare, unsightly things doth show. + 

’Tis thou, Lord, cloudest up my sky; + 

Stillest the heart-throb of my sea; + 

Tellest the sad wind not to sigh, + 

Yea, life itself to wait for thee! + 

Lord, here I am, empty enough! + 

My music but a soundless moan! + 

Blind hope, of all my household stuff, + 

Leaves me, blind hope, not quite alone! + 

Shall hope too go, that I may trust + 

Purely in thee, and spite of all? + 

Then turn my very heart to dust⁠— + 

On thee, on thee, I yet will call. + 

List! list! his wind among the pines + 

Hark! hark! that rushing is his sea’s! + 

O Father, these are but thy signs!⁠— + 

For thee I hunger, not for these! + 

Not joy itself, though pure and high⁠— + 

No gift will do instead of thee! + 

Let but my spirit know thee nigh, + 

And all the world may sleep for me! + 