| Song | When Quiet In My House I Sit |
| Album | Pentecostal And Apostolic Hymns 3 |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
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| Tags | When Quiet In My House I Sit |
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When Quiet In My House I Sit,
Thy Book Be My Companion Still,
My Joy Thy Sayings To Repeat,
Talk Over The Records Of Thy Will,
And Search The Oracles Divine,
Till Every Heartfelt Word Be Mine.
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.
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.
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.
