From The Christian Science Hymnal, 1932 edition
No mortal sense can still or stay
The flight of silent prayer,
Unceasing, voiceless, heart desire
That seeks God everywhere.
The heart’s own longing lifts it high
Where words can never reach,
Though human lips may never form
That glory into speech.
The voices that are worldly wise,
With mortal modes in tune,
Are mute in that transcendent hour
When God and man commune.