In the silence of a lonely hour
God’s spirit moves in me with power
And restless though my soul may be
It pauses listening quietly.
Alone with God is not alone.
My heart shall be His royal throne.
And I shall seek Him quietly
And in the silence bend my knee.
If ever dungeon plight is mine
I need not murmur or repine
For God Himself shall be with me
And he will hold me tenderly.
I need not fear the lonely days
While I have heart to sing His praise.
And if my tongue be from me torn
He’ll speak to me on silent morn.
If ever praise be shut inside
And deafening gloom in me reside,
And though my head seems split apart
He’ll split the silence in my heart!
If din and noise around are loud
Entrapping me in worldly cloud
Then God shall cause the sounds to cease
And in my soul he’ll grant me peace.
Though I should sink as low as hell
My God would whisper there as well.
For where I am there He shall be
Comforting me quietly.