1 Lord, in Thy presence silent I would be,
That in the inmost I to Thee may come;
2 It seems Thou art in heaven hearing me,
But right within my spirit Thou dost dwell;
3 When, Lord, no words my burden can express,
My spirit with Thy Spirit deeply groans;
4 I would inhale Thee, Lord, e'en as I breathe,
And eat and drink Thee as my life supply.
5 Here in this fellowship Thy light doth shine,
Thy precious blood doth cleanse and make me clean;
6 Thy oil anoints me here in every way,
Anointing Thee within unceasingly;
7 Myself I open that Thou may flow in;
Op'ning myself to others, Lord, flow out;