Lord, I have shut the door: speak now the word
Which in the din and throng could not be heard.
Hushed now my inner heart: whisper Thy will
While I have come apart, while all is still.

In this blest quietness clamorings cease;
Here in Thy presence dwells infinite peace.
Yonder, the strife and cry; yonder, the sin.
Lord, I have shut the door, Thou art within.

Lord, I have shut the door, strengthen my heart;
Yonder awaits the task -- I share a part.
Only through grace bestowed may I be true:
Here, while alone with Thee, my strength renew.
... William A. Runyan image