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 oer 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 Saviors 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.