Heart's answer

You are my light, though all my soul be dim

    Through all the questions of my heart, a friend.

You speak, though words I do not hear;

    And listen, though seeming from afar.

You comfort, though I sense no touch,

    And in each cross, the kindness of the just.

And though I be a worm and not a man

    Under the purging of Thy winnowing fan,

I will but look to Thee, to doubt no more;

    May I not be but chaff upon the floor.

Make all my gold pure, may you now refine

    To be yours all I thought was mine;

My will be lost in love no storm can part;

    Make even me an answer to your heart.