When Quiet in My House I Sit

When qui­et in my house I sit

Thy Book be my com­pan­ion still

My joy Thy say­ings to re­peat

Talk o’er the re­cords of Thy will

And search the ora­cles di­vine

Till ev­ery heart­felt word be mine.

O may the gra­cious words di­vine

Subject of all my con­verse be!

So will the Lord His fol­low­er join

And walk and talk Him­self with me;

So shall my heart His pre­sence prove

And burn with ev­er­last­ing love.

Oft as I lay me down to rest

O may the re­con­cil­ing Word

Sweetly com­pose my wea­ry breast!

While

on the bo­som of my Lord

I sink in bliss­ful dreams away

And vi­sions of eter­nal day.

Rising to sing my Sav­ior’s praise

Thee may I pub­lish all day long;

And let Thy pre­cious word of grace

Flow from my heart

and fill my tongue

Fill all my life with pur­est love

And join me to the Church above.