Vol 02 - The Quiet Mind

The Quiet Mind I have a treasure which I prize, Its like I cannot find;

There’s nothing like it on the earth - ’Tis this, a Quiet Mind. But ’tis not that I’m stupefied, Or senseless, dull, or blind;

’Tis God’s own peace within my heart, Which forms my Quiet Mind.

I found this treasure at the cross, ’Tis there, to every kind Of heavy laden, weary souls, Christ gives a Quiet Mind. My Saviour’s death and risen life, To give this were design’d; And that’s the root, and that’s the branch, Of this my Quiet Mind. The love of God within my breast, My heart to His doth bind; This is the mind of heaven on earth - This is my Quiet Mind.

I’ve many a cross to take up now, And many left behind; But present troubles move me not, Nor shake my Quiet Mind.

I’m waiting now to see the Lord, Who’s been to me so kind;

I want to thank Him face to face, For this my Quiet Mind.