Open, Lord, mine [my] inward ear

Verse 1

Open, Lord, my inward ear, and bid my heart rejoice! Bid my quiet spirit hear thy comfortable voice, never in the whirlwind found, or where earthquakes rock the place; still and silent is the sound, the whisper of thy grace.

Verse 2

From the world of sin and noise and hurry I withdraw. For the small and inward voice I wait, with humble awe. Silent am I now and still, dare not in thy presence move. To my waiting soul reveal the secret of thy love.

Verse 3

Thou hast undertook for me, for me to death wast sold; wisdom in a mystery of bleeding love unfold. Teach the lesson of the cross; let me die with thee to reign. All things let me count but loss so I may thee regain.

Verse 4

Lord, my time is in thy hand— my soul to thee convert. Thou canst make me understand, though I am slow of heart. Thine, in whom I love and move, thine the work, the praise is thine, thou art wisdom, pow’r, and love, and all thou art is mine.