How Sweet and Silent Is the Place

How sweet and si­lent is the place

My God

alone

with Thee!

Awaiting here Thy touch of grace

Thy heav’n­ly mys­te­ry.

So ma­ny ways Thou hast

dear Lord

My long­ing heart to fill:

Thy love­ly world

Thy spok­en word

The do­ing Thy sweet will.

Giving Thy child­ren liv­ing bread

Leading Thy weak ones on

The touch of dear hands on my head

The thought of loved ones gone.

Lead me by ma­ny pa­ths

dear Lord

But al­ways in Thy way;

And let me make my earth a Heav’n

Till next com­mun­ion day.