My Father, I would spend this day
In quietude with Thee;
Despite the thoughts of doubt and fear
That in my heart seem to inhere,
Thy voice alone shall win mine ear,
Each prayerful hour today.
And when the day is done, dear Lord,
I shall be comforted;
The priceless blessings of Thy Word
Shall in my inmost heart be stored,
The bounty I have gained, Lord,
Of life-sustaining bread.
So rich shall be my heart with love,
When dawn awakens me,
The blessings from my ample store
I'll share with all oppressed, heart-sore,
And, sharing, find increased the more
The gifts Thou gavest me.
My mental home must be a shrine
Made sweet with purity,
A hallowed and a joyous place,
If I would see Thee face to face,
And find the calm, enduring peace
That cometh, Lord, from Thee.
