Lyrics

1. Father, I will rev'rent be
   And in thy house walk quietly;
   Fold my arms and bow my head
   And close my eyes when prayers are said;
   Listen to the words I hear,
   For in thy house I feel thee near.
   May my thoughts more perfect be,
   That I may speak more rev'rently.
   Father, I will rev'rent be
   And in thy house walk quietly.
2. Words and music: Mildred Tanner Pettit, 1895-1977. (c) 1969 IRI