In a wooded hillside
there lies in silence blest,
there lies in silence blest,
A hidden garden where Jesus is the guest.
In hearts that love Him,
and find in Him their rest.
and find in Him their rest.
Here daily living,
holds one single aim,
holds one single aim,
To claim for Jesus,
souls for whom He came.
souls for whom He came.
To share His cross,
give glory to His name.
give glory to His name.
The scent of sacrifice,
unending prayer to heaven wafts,
unending prayer to heaven wafts,
Perfume of flowers rare,
incensing sweetly the pure celestial air,
incensing sweetly the pure celestial air,
In offering for this sad and scarred earth,
that all hearts His goodness may take birth.
that all hearts His goodness may take birth.
Words by Sr. Mary Veronica of the Holy Face, OCD.
