Within its walls are quietude
And kindliness and grace;
And naught of all the teeming world
Shall mar this holy place.
And here are rest and healing balm
For human cares and woe;
And goodly gifts are ours to take,
The gifts right thoughts bestow.
Provided by the boundless love
The Father bears for all;
A sure retreat where answer waits
E'er those who need can call.
