Open, Lord, mine inward ear,

And bid my heart rejoice;

Bid my quiet spirit hear

The comfort of Thy voice;

Never in the whirlwind found,

Or where earthquakes rock the place,

Still and silent is the sound,

The whisper of Thy grace.

From the world of sin, and noise,

And hurry, I withdraw;

For the small and inward voice

I wait with humble awe;

Silent am I now and still,

Will not in Thy presence move;

To my waiting soul reveal

The secret of Thy love!