'Mid All the Traffic of the Ways

Verse 1

’Mid all the traffic of the ways, Turmoils without, within, Make in my heart a quiet place, And come and dwell within;

Verse 2

A little shrine of quietness, All sacred to thyself, Where thou shalt all my soul possess, And I may find myself;

Verse 3

A little shelter from life’s stress, Where I may lay me prone, And bare my soul in loneliness, And know as I am known;

Verse 4

A little place of mystic grace, Of self and sin swept bare, Where I may look upon thy face, And talk with thee in prayer.