Whose is the voice that speaks my name, Aloud or silently, the same,
In gentle speech or radiant song, Unspoken care, forgiving wrong?
Whose is the loving, laughing voice That makes my waiting heart rejoice,
That wakes my hope and lights the sky With stars, to which my sole reply
Is humble gratitude, delight That such a voice breaks through the night
To search me out, my heart in two, And make it whole?
Your voice. Yes, you.