A hymn by James Martineau

"Where is your God?" they say:
Answer them. God most holy!
Reveal thy secret way
Of visiting the lowly:
Not wrapped in moving cloud,
Or nightly-resting fire;
But veiled within the shroud
Of silent high desire.

Come not in flashing storm,
Or bursting frown of thunder:
Come in the viewless form
Of wakening love and wonder;
To every waiting soul
Speak in thy still small voice,
Till broken love's made whole,
And saddened hearts rejoice.