Shut In

Shut in from all the out­er world

From all its strife and din;

My ears ne’er greet its jar­ring sound

Nor eyes be­hold its sin.

Shut in with self and with my God

Oh

let this thought

this thought con­sole;

Tho’ many out­er joys I miss

I’ve Heav’n with­in my soul!

Tho’ ma­ny out­er joys I miss

I’ve Heav’n with­in my soul!

Shut in

but Christ is ev­er near

Oh

bless­èd be His name!

His pre­sence ban­ish­es my fear

And helps me bear my pain.

Oh

sweet com­pan­ion­ship with Him

My Life

my Light

my Joy

my Love!

He fills my cup up to the brim

With bless­ings from above;

He fills my cup up to the brim

With bless­ings from above.

Shut in: but God alone can tell

How long this woe may last;

No mat­ter

for I know full well

That when ’tis ov­er­past

Then on the hills of Beu­lah-land

Free from all care

all care and sin

And

free from sor­row

pain and death

I’ll no more be shut in;

And

free from sor­row

pain and death

I’ll no more be shut in.