I never spoke with God

I never spoke with God

My faith is larger than the Hills

So when the hills decay

My faith must take the purple wheel

To show the sun the way

’Tis first He steps upon the vane

And then – upon the hill

And then abroad the world He go

To do his golden will

I never spoke with God

I never spoke with God

And if his yellow feet should miss

The bird would not arise

The flowers would slumber on their stems

No Bells have paradise

How dare I, therefore, stint a faith

On which so vast depends

Lest firmament should fail for me

The rivet in the bands

I never spoke with God

I never spoke with God

I never spoke with God

I never spoke with God^[2]