NOT A SOUND INVADES THE STILLNESS

Not a sound invades the stillness,

Not a form invades the scene,

Save the voice of my Beloved,

And the person of my King.

And within those heavenly places,

Calmly hushed in sweet repose,

There I drink, with joy absorbing,

All the love thou wouldst disclose.

Wrapt in deep adoring silence,

Jesus, Lord, I dare not move,

Lest I lose the smallest saying

Meant to catch the ear of love.

Rest, then, O my soul, contented:

Thou hast reached thy happy place

In the bosom of thy Saviour,

Gazing up in his dear face.