Whispers of the Lord

I hear the whispers of the Lord,
Along my life's long way,
In the sighing of the wind,
And the sun's warm ray,
In the rustling of the leaves,
And creak of branches long,
In the babbling of the brook,
And red robin's song.
In the crashing of the waves,
Upon the rocky shore,
And in the fade of paint from rain,
That's on my cottage door,
I see it in the wind-swept clouds,
So high above the ground,
And in the tiny drops of rain,
That from them patter down.
I feel it in the new spring air,
Over green countryside,
And in the golden hue of rock,
In canyons deep and wide.
But when I feel it most of all,
Is after woe or fear,
With His strong arms around my heart,
And His voice in my ear.