I sometimes wish my heart could speak and see What my poor lips can never tell Of all the beauty God has sent my way And some that man has made as well I wish my heart could whisper my delight When I behold what I love best A rose, a ship, a book, a God in might Orion riding in the West But when I look upon the best of men Or hear his voice far up the hill Such noisy thoughts sing in my bosom well I'm glad my heart is silent still My heart is silent still I sometimes wish my heart could speak and see What my poor lips can never tell Of all the beauty God has sent my way And some that man has made as well I wish my heart could whisper my delight When I behold what I love best A rose, a ship, a book, a God in might Orion riding in the West But when I look upon the best of men Or hear his voice far up the hill Such noisy thoughts sing in my bosom well I'm glad my heart is silent still My heart is silent still