Thy spirit's eyes, and learn

Thy wand'ring senses gently to control;

Thy dearest Friend dwells deep within thy soul,

And asks thyself of thee,

That heart, and mind, and sense He may make whole

In perfect harmony.

Doth not thy inmost spirit yield

And sink where Love stands thus revealed?

Be still and veil thy face,

The Lord is here, this is His holy place!

Then back to earth, and 'mid its toil and throng

One glance within will keep thee calm and strong;

And when the toil is o'er, how sweet, O God, to flee

Within, to Thee!