Christian
O quiet hour and Love descends Upon our waiting minds Oh the gentle pressing power "Seek and ye shall find" A strain that sweeps the waiting harp That makes our tear ducts swell In silence where our Master is Knowing all is well Sacred silence breaks on us Like sunset before night Where birds are settled in their nests No longer taking flight No longer skies of angry grey Or tempers, fights and storms Behold his Love and Comfort comes To keep us until morn.