Voices From the Spirit-Land
IN the silence of the midnight,
When the cares of day are o’er,
In my soul I hear the voices
Of the loved ones gone before;
And they, words of comfort whispering,
Say they’ll watch on every hand,
And my soul is cheered in hearing
Voices from the spirit-land.
In my wanderings, oft there cometh
Sudden stillness to my soul;
When around, above, within it
Rapturous joys unnumbered roll.
Though around me all is tumult,
Noise and strife on every hand,
Yet within my soul I list to
Voices from the spirit-land.
Loved ones who have gone before me
Whisper words of peace and joy;
Those who long since have departed
Tell me their divine employ
Is to watch and guard my footsteps,—
O! it is an angel band!
And I love, I love to list to
Voices from the spirit-land.