A New Hymn for Solitude

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.