Mid all the traffic of the ways Turmoils without, within Make in my heart a quiet place And come and dwell therein A little shrine of quietness All sacred to Thyself Where Thou shalt all my soul possess And I may find myself A little place of mystic grace Of self and sin swept bare Where I may look into Thy face And talk with Thee in prayer Come, occupy my silent place And make Thy dwelling there! More grace is wrought in quietness Than any is aware