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 word 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 Saviour’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.