Quiet and meek
Your noiseless meditation
Leaves me weak
Weak with love
In strong devotion
To cover me fully
In annointed lotion
Oh Holy Hour
Quiet in power
The Holy Host
Brighter than any star
Draws me to
His loving gaze
As I His sheep
Do contently graze
Oh in quietness
In Meekness with hope
How your ways
Do help me cope
Without you I
Would surely be dead
Instead my soul
Is so well fed
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