The Quiet Hour (McManiman)

Shut in with God alone

I spend the qui­et hour;

His mer­cy and His love I own

And seek His sav­ing pow­er.

Shut in with God alone

In me­di­ta­tion sweet

My spir­it waits be­fore the throne

Bowed low at Je­sus’ feet.

Shut in with God alone

I praise His ho­ly name

Who gave the Sav­ior to atone

For all my sin and shame.

Shut in with God alone

And yet I have no fear;

I rest be­neath the cleans­ing blood

And per­fect love is there.