| Song | The Still Small Voice That Speaks |
| Album | Pentecost Hymns |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
| Writer | Frances Fagan |
| Publisher / Copyrights | |
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| Tags | The Still Small Voice That Speaks |
| Theme(s) | Pentecost |
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| CCLI Song No |
The Still Small Voice That Speaks Within
I Hear It When, At Play,
I Speak The Loud And Angry Word
That Drives My Friend Away.
The Voice Within, The Voice Within,
Oh May I Have A Care;
It Speaks To Warn From Every Sin,
And God Has Placed It There.
If Falsehood Whispers To My Heart
To Tell A Coward Lie,
To Hide Some Careless Thing I’ve Done,
I Heard The Sad Voice Sigh.
If Selfishness Would Bid Me Keep
What I Should Gladly Share,
I Hear Again The Inner Voice,
And Then With Shame Forbear.
I Thank Thee, Father, For This Friend,
Whom I Would Always Heed;
O May I Hear Its Slightest Tone
In Every Time Of Need.
