In Life’s Quiet Hours

Often while in me­di­ta­tion

On His love so free

Comes mes­sage from my Fa­ther

Spoken just to me.

In life’s qui­et hours I find Him

Waiting for my call

It is there He meets me

greets me

Holds me lest I fall.

Or it may be I have strug­gled

Thro’ some tri­al sore;

When my strug­gling turns to trust­ing

Lo

the tri­al is o’er.

Or per­chance while I am wait­ing

Still on bend­ed knee

Comes a qui­et re­ve­la­tion

Of His love for me.

At my work or in my clo­set—

Almost any­where

If in qui­et­ness I list­en

I find Je­sus there.