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In my quiet contemplation

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1 In my quiet contemplation
I look up to Thee, O Lord.
Guided by Thy revelation,
Lighted by Thy living Word,
Touched by Thy great love and passion,
I draw near to Thy salvation.

2 In the quiet path of duty
I my earthly span may fill,
Pressing onward in the beauty
Of performing but Thy will,
Well content with all Thou sendest,
If Thy grace to me Thou lendest.

3 Let me live in peace and stillness,
Giving to no soul offense;
Pain or pleasure, helth or illness
Take I from Thy providence,
Never wounding, ever healing,
Thus a Christly life revealing.

4 Here my cross with patience bearing,
I will go where Jesus leads,
All enduring, all forbearing,
For His sake who knows my needs.
O how swift the fours of trail,
Spent in Christian self-denial!

5 Keep me quietly expecting
Thine appearance, Saviour dear;
In my life, Thy life reflecting,
Let Thy sacred love appear,
Till on earth my last day closes,
And my soul in Thee reposes.

6 Gracious Saviour, deign to number
Me with saints in glory there,
Calm and peaceful then my slumber
After my last evening prayer;
When from dust my spirit rises,
All my tears shall change to praises.

7 Let my body then be hidden
In a humble, nameless tomb;
When at last I shall be bidden
To forsake that narrow room,
Jesus knows where they are sleeping
Who were given in His keeping.


Source: The Hymnal and Order of Service #498

Author: Johan Olaf Wallin

Johan Olaf Wallin was born at Stora Tuna, in 1779, and early displayed his poetical powers. In 1805, and again in 1809, he gained the chief prize for poetry at Upsala. In the latter year he became pastor at Solna; here his ability as a preacher was so striking that he was transferred to Stockholm, in 1815, as "pastor primarius," a title for which we have no exact equivalent. In 1818 he was made Dean of Westeras, and set about the task of editing a revised hymn-book for the whole of Sweden. This task he completed in 1819, and published it as, Den Swenska Psalmboken, af Konungen gillad och stadfästad (The Swedish hymn-book, approved and confirmed by the King). To it he contributed some 150 hymns of his own, besides translations and recasting… Go to person page >

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First Line: In my quiet contemplation
Author: Johan Olaf Wallin



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Hymns for Divine Worship in Churches and Sunday Schools and at Various Occasions #d63

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The Hymnal and Order of Service #498


The Hymnal and Order of Service #498

The Hymnal of the Evangelical Lutheran Augustana Synod. Text ed. #d237

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