I found Thee in my heart, O Lord, 
As in some secret shrine; 
I knelt, I waited for Thy word, 
 I joyed to name Thee mine. 
 
I feared to give myself away 
 To that or this; beside 
Thy altar on my face I lay, 
 And in strong need I cried. 
 
Those hours are past. Thou art not mine, 
 And therefore I rejoice, 
I wait within no holy shrine, 
 I faint not for the voice. 
 
In Thee we live; and every wind 
 Of heaven is Thine; blown free 
To west, to east, the God unshrined 
 Is still discovering me.