Classic Poem

Oh , answer me, Lord, from the whirlwind,
As Thou didst Thy servant of old!
Oh, tell me in speech without figures
The things I long to be told!

Cast into my heart's darkened chamber
One ray of Thine infinite light!
Drive out from my soul but an instant
The deepening shadow of night!

Give heed to my ceaseless petitions
As prostrate I lie at Thy feet!
Reply to my unspoken questions —
The questions I dare not repeat!