My Heaven

There is a sacred quiet place I go
A hidden place where none shall know
Where oft I run, in secret meet
My lonesome self, with whom I greet
A friend of old familiar company
To hear His voice beyond many

Whose wooing words in willing me
Unveil my eyes that I may see
Uncover my ears within to listen
My human heart, by Him, christen
Here, His kingdom has begun
By love, my soul forever won

A pilgrimage I make each day
When oft I turn to Him and pray
In my heart, with Him abide
And all to Him I shall confide
Where blessed I come face to face
With precious heaven's gift of grace

Forever, He with me to dwell
My God and King, Emmanuel
Bestowed Himself, the Holy Ghost
Lord of heaven's angelic host
Lord of earth, all creatures living
Of His presence to me giving

All heaven and earth cannot contain
From farthest sky to lowest plain
The boundless God who chooses me
To live inside mortality
To hallow my own throbbing heart
The sacred to me to impart

I humbly ask, "Where have you trod?"
"Speak, I follow you, my God."
In whisper scarce I hear Him say,
"The streets of heaven, come! You may."
"But while your dwelling is beneath,"
"My love is heaven where I bequeath."