As God has not on me great charm endowed,
Nor greater knowledge can I dare expound,
Speak softly when you speak my name aloud.

Thy words have furrows in my memory plowed,
And sown the seeds of hope in fertile ground,
And I will hear thee, o'er the murm'ring crowd.

What need have we for voice or accents loud,
For soul can speak to soul without a sound,
Speak softly, when you speak my name aloud.

'Neath toils of time and trial thy head has bowed,
Yet I see thee with light and glory crowned,
And I will hear thee, o'er the murm'ring crowd.

So heed my wish of thee, for I have vowed
To keep thy name to my heart ever bound,
And I will hear thee, o'er the murm'ring crowd.
Speak softly, when you speak my name aloud.