The worship of the Friends is rooted in silence. The people wait upon the Holy Spirit, who in the silence moves them in worship, where they meet God.
Introduction
In calm and cool and silence once again
I find my old accustomed place among
My brethren, where, perchance no human tongue
Shall utter words; where never hymn is sung,
Nor deep-toned organ blown, nor censer swung.
Nor dim light falling through the pictured pane!
There, syllabled by silence, let me hear
The still small voice which reached...
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