Let us then, labour for an inward stillness,
An inward stillness and an inward healing;
That perfect silence where the lips and heart
Are still, and we no longer entertain
Our own imperfect thoughts and vain opinions,
But God alone speaks in us, and we wait
In singleness of heart, that we may know
His will, and in the silence of our spirits,
That we may do his will, and do that only.
Thou hast made me known to friends
whom I knew not;
Thou hast given me seats in homes
not my own.
Thou hast brought the distant near and
made brothers and sisters of strangers.