How sweet and si­lent is the place,
My God, alone, with Thee!
Awaiting here Thy touch of grace,
Thy heav’n­ly mys­te­ry.

So ma­ny ways Thou hast, dear Lord,
My long­ing heart to fill:
Thy love­ly world, Thy spok­en word,
The do­ing Thy sweet will.

Giving Thy child­ren liv­ing bread,
Leading Thy weak ones on,
The touch of dear hands on my head,
The thought of loved ones gone.

Lead me by ma­ny pa­ths, dear Lord,
But al­ways in Thy way;
And let me make my earth a Heav’n
Till next com­mun­ion day.