Quiet Hour

When the day is done and gone

And shades of evening come along

I sit alone and think of You

And I thank You that I have

This quiet hour, alone with You

Melodies and symphonies

And gentle breezes in the trees

I must confess that all of these

Do nothing more

Than simply to remind me

How wonderful You are

How can I tell You, Lord

How wonderful You are

I don't have to say a word and

Yet I know each word is heard

It makes no difference where I am

You're there to join me in

My quiet hour alone with You

I think of all You've done for me

And how Your love has made me free

How You gave so selflessly

And I wonder how can I begin to thank You

For loving me

And my desire, Lord

My desire is to be with You