Hushed Was The Evening Hymn,
The Temple Courts Were Dark ;
The Lamp Was Burning Dim
Before The Sacred Ark
When Suddenly A Voice Divine
Rang Through The Silence Of The Shrine.

Oh, Give Me Samuel’s Ear
The Open Ear, O Lord !
Alive And Quick To Hear
Each Whisper Of Thy Word ;
Like Him To Answer At Thy Call,
And To Obey Thee First Of All.

Oh, Give Me Samuel’s Heart !
A Lowly Heart, That Waits
When In Thy House Thou Art ;
Or Watches At Thy Gates
By Day And Night A Heart That Still
Moves At The Breathing Of Thy Will.

Oh, Give Me Samuel’s Mind !
A Sweet, Un Murmuring Faith,
Obedient And Resigned
To Thee In Life And Death
That I May Read, With Childlike Eyes,
Truths That Are Hidden From The Wise.