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Show THE SHUT DOOR. Lord. I have shut my door-Shut door-Shut out life's busy cares and fretting noise; Here in this silence they Intrude no more; Speak thou and heavenly joys Shall fill my heart, with music sweet and calm A holy psalm. And I have shut my door On earthly passion, all Its yearning love. Its tender friendship, all the priceless store Of human ties. Above . . " All these my heart aspires. O Heart Divine, Stoop thou to mine! - Lord, I haveshut my door! Come thou and visit me. I am alone! Come, as when doors were shut thou cam'st of yore And visited thine own. -My Lord, I kneel with reverent love and fear. For thou art here! ' - M. E. Atkinson.. . 1 i : , ;' . - |