Here in the church alone,
Before Thine altar throne
I kneel;
Like a homing bird to nest,
Seeking a peaceful rest,
I steal.
From out Thy wounded side
Issues a boundless tide,
O Lord!
Around, beneath, above —
The ocean of Thy love,
My God!
O wondrous love Divine,
O wondrous love of Thine —
For me!
Thoughts, words, are all too weak
So let my silence speak
To Thee.
E. Merryweather.