Classic Poem

Into thy silent place of prayer,
Father, my wandering mind recall;
Dwell mid thy own creation there,
Restoring, claiming, hallowing all.

Then my calm spirit, won from sin,
Thy perfect sacrifice shall be,
And all the ransomed powers therein
Shall go forth glorifying thee.

Thee will I love, my saving Strength,
Thee shall my rescued heart embrace;
Thy love, in all its breadth and length,
Shall be my peaceful dwelling-place.

There may be other love in store,
But none whereof thy child may say,
‘My Strength, my Life forevermore,
My ample Portion day by day!’