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.