I.

OPEN, Lord, my inward ear,

And bid my heart rejoice,

Bid my quiet spirit hear

Thy comfortable voice.

Never in the whirlwind found,

Or where earthquakes rock the place;

Still and silent is the sound,

The whisper of thy grace.

2.

Lord, my time is in thy hand,
My soul to thee convert;
Thou canst make me understand,
Though I am slow of heart.

Thine in whom I live and move,

Thine the work, the praise is thine;

Thou art wisdom, power and love,

And all thou art is mine.

3.

From the world of sin and noise

And hurry I withdraw;

For the small and inward voice

I wait with humble awe:

Silent am I now and still,

Dare not in thy presence move;

To my waiting soul reveal

The secret of thy love.

CHARLES WESLEY, 1708-1788.