’Mid All the Traffic of the Ways

’Mid all the traf­fic of the ways

Turmoils with­out

with­in

Make in my heart a qui­et place

And come and dwell there­in.

A lit­tle shrine of qui­et­ness

All sac­red to Thy­self

Where Thou shalt all my soul pos­sess

And I may find my­self.

A lit­tle shel­ter from life’s stress

Where I may lay me prone

And bare my soul in lone­li­ness

And know as I am known.

A lit­tle place of mys­tic grace

Of self and sin swept bare

Where I may look up­on Thy face

And talk with Thee in pray­er.