The Hermit's Cell

“In the world ye shall have tribulation:”

Lord Jesus, Thou saidst it of old.

There dark are the desolate mountains,

The night winds are cold.

But safe from the storm and the tempest

My soul hath a cell;

There ever, beside the still waters,

With Jesus I dwell.

There, hushed from the strife and the sorrow,

Alone and apart,

In chambers of peace and of stillness—

That Home is His Heart.