not a sound invades the stillness

Not a sound invades the stillness,

not a form invades the scene,

save the voice of my Beloved

and the person of my King.




Precious, gentle, holy Jesus!

Blessed Bridegroom of my heart,

in Thy secret inner chamber,

Thou wilt whisper what Thou art.




And within those heavenly places,

calmly hushed in sweet repose,

there I drink, with joy absorbing

all the love Thou wouldst disclose.




Wrapped in deep adoring silence,

Jesus, Lord, I dare not move,

lest I lose the smallest saying

meant to catch the ear of love.




Rest then, O my soul, contented:

Thou hast reached thy happy place,

in the bosom of thy Saviour,

gazing up in His dear face.

In Tune two, the chorus is only sung after verses 2 & 4.