O little dove with thy folded wings!
O billows, that utter such wondrous things!
Ye are thoughts from God, let Him send at choice,
The ocean thunder, the still small voice;
If they speak from One, who alone can know
The height and the depth of our human woe;
Who has felt each pang of our mortal breath,
Sin's serpent-fang and the night of death,
And Who o'er the waves of Life's troubled sea
Calls to the suffering: "Come unto Me."
O billows, that utter such wondrous things!
Ye are thoughts from God, let Him send at choice,
The ocean thunder, the still small voice;
If they speak from One, who alone can know
The height and the depth of our human woe;
Who has felt each pang of our mortal breath,
Sin's serpent-fang and the night of death,
And Who o'er the waves of Life's troubled sea
Calls to the suffering: "Come unto Me."
SPRING.
Awake, for earth is waking,
Sing, for all nature sings;
The year's bright morning breaking
Calls to all living things.
Sing, for all nature sings;
The year's bright morning breaking
Calls to all living things.
Trees, flowers and birds, 'tis dawning
A daybreak bright and glad;
Arouse sad hearts, 'tis morning,
Why should a soul be sad?
A daybreak bright and glad;
Arouse sad hearts, 'tis morning,
Why should a soul be sad?
The clouds their white robes trailing
Through seas of blue are borne;
The winds have hushed their wailing,
The skies have ceased to mourn.
Through seas of blue are borne;
The winds have hushed their wailing,
The skies have ceased to mourn.
And only tears of gladness
O'erflow heaven's starry eyes;
And smiles undimmed with sadness
Light up the perfect skies.
O'erflow heaven's starry eyes;
And smiles undimmed with sadness
Light up the perfect skies.
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