| 1 | God'sgreat power is in the gentle breeze, not in the storm. | |
| 2 | Some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing upon my heart. | |
| 3 | Some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing upon my heart. | |
| 4 | There little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; they have their whisper of joy in my mind. | |
| 5 | Some unseen fingers , like an idle breeze, are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples. |