I have a wondrous privilege;
There is a pure retreat,
A place of sweet communion
At my blessed Saviour's feet.

In the morning there I offer
Every thought and deed to Him,
Thanking Him for all His mercies;
Then confessing every sin.

Sweet to know He's ever listening
And will gracious guidance give;
How I run to Him for succor,
Without Him I could not live.

In the evening, worn and weary,
Oh how restful then to kneel,
Confident He has a blessing,
And my troubled heart can heal.

Then all cares and pains are lifted,
Foolish fears and fancies cease,
For I tell Him all that worries,
And He guides me into peace.

There are souls I wish might know Him,
There are friends unsanctified,
Other careless ones are living
As if Jesus had not died.

All their names I offer to Him,
For I know He longs to bless
If they'll only turn unto Him,
And His gracious name confess.

To remain then in His presence,
As He blessed counsel gives-
Is indeed the crowning moment,
For the one who in Christ lives.

E. W. C.