1 Not a sound invades the stillness,
Not a form invades the scene,
Save the voice of my Beloved,
And the person of my King.
Precious, gentle, holy Jesus!
Blessed Bridegroom of my heart,
In thy secret inner chamber,
Thou wilt whisper what Thou art.
2 And within those heav'nly places,
Calmly hushed in sweet repose,
There I drink with joy absorbing,
All the love Thou wouldst disclose. [Refrain]
3 Wrapt in deep, adoring silence,
Jesus, Lord, I dare not move,
Lest I lose the smallest saying
Meant to catch the ear of love. [Refrain]
4 Rest, then, O my soul, contented,
Thou hast reached thy happy place,
In the bosom of thy Saviour,
Gazing up in his dear face. [Refrain]
Source: The Old Story in Song Number Two #25