Not a sound invades the stillness

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Not a sound invades the stillness,
Not a form invades the scene,
Save the voice of my Belovèd,
And His precious person seen.
 
O Belovèd, precious Savior,
May I ask in Your embrace
Why You came, and how You linger
With me in this heav'nly place?
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In the silence, Thou dost visit
And dost whisper to my heart
Thine intent, in inner chambers,
And that Thou my Lover art.
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And within those heav'nly places,
Calmly hushed in sweet repose,
There I drink, with joy absorbing
All the love Thou wouldst disclose.
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Wrapt in deep, adoring silence,
Jesus, Lord, I dare not move,
Lest I lose the smallest saying
Meant to catch the ear of love.
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Rest, then, O my soul, contented,
Thou hast reached thy happy place,
In the bosom of thy Savior,
Gazing up in His dear face.