By A Collection of Hymns

      6-8s. Deuteronomy vi. 7.
      1 WHEN quiet in my house I sit,
      Thy book be my companion still,
      My joy thy sayings to repeat,
      Talk o'er the records of thy will,
      And search the oracles divine,
      Till every heartfelt word be mine.

      2 O may the gracious words divine
      Subject of all my converse be!
      So will the Lord his follower join,
      And walk and talk himself with me;
      So shall my heart his presence prove,
      And burn with everlasting love.

      3 Oft as I lay me down to rest,
      O may the reconciling word
      Sweetly compose my weary breast!
      While, on the bosom of my Lord,
      I sink in blissful dreams away,
      And visions of eternal day.

      4 Rising to sing my Saviour's praise,
      Thee may I publish all day long;
      And let thy precious word of grace
      Flow from my heart, and fill my tongue,
      Fill all my life with purest love,
      And join me to the church above.