Lord of my days in whose will I yield
Yes, I withdraw the barriers of my pride;
Let my heart beat a windless evening tide
Till all the dirt of my past’s concealed;
Let stillness in my ecstasy be sealed
Deep as the roaring sea is deep and wide;
Lord of my days, where all my dreams abide,
Take me into your dwelling where I am healed.

Ah, Lord! We shall dwell here for ever more –
In this great dwelling where our dreams fulfilled;
Even the past behind us, and before
The golden future. What the Lord has willed
Of good not bad to enter at the door,
We shall dwell here until our hearts are stilled.