'Mid All the Traffic of the Ways

1 ’Mid all the traffic of the ways,
Turmoils without, within,
Make in my heart a quiet place,
And come and dwell within;

2 A little shrine of quietness,
All sacred to thyself,
Where thou shalt all my soul possess,
And I may find myself;

3 A little shelter from life’s stress,
Where I may lay me prone,
And bare my soul in loneliness,
And know as I am known;

4 A little place of mystic grace,
Of self and sin swept bare,
Where I may look upon thy face,
And talk with thee in prayer.

Source: Worship in Song: A Friends Hymnal #142

• MIDI file from The Cyber Hymnal #4251