I have a treasure which I prize;
The like I cannot find;
There's nothing like it in the earth:
It is a quiet mind.
But 'tis not that I'm stupefied,
Or senseless, dull, or blind:
'Tis God's own peace within my soul
Which forms my quiet mind.
I found this treasure at the Cross.
'Tis there to every kind
Of heavy-laden, weary souls
Christ gives a quiet mind.
My Saviour's death and risen life
To give this were designed;
And that's the root and that's the branch,
Of this my quiet mind.
The love of God within my heart
My heart to his doth bind;
This is the mind of heaven on earth;
This is my quiet mind.
I've many a cross to take up now,
And many left behind;
But present trials move me not,
Nor shake my quiet mind.
And what may be to-morrow's cross
I never seek to find;
My Saviour says, Leave that to Me,
And keep a quiet mind.
And well I know the Lord hath said,
To make my heart resigned,
That mercy still shall follow such
As have this quiet mind.
I meet with pride of wit and wealth,
And scorn and looks unkind,
It matters naught: I envy not,
For I've a quiet mind.
I'm waiting now to see the Lord,
Who's been to me so kind:
I want to thank him face to face
For this my quiet mind.