Lyra Pastoralis | ||
O ye Whales, and all that move in the waters, bless ye the Lord; praise Him and magnify Him for ever.
Ye silent Tenants of the deep,
From your dim haunts His praise uplift;
Whether ye glance with motion swift,
Or through the weedy tangle creep;
Whether through restless waves ye sweep,
Or with the lazy currents drift:
Ye silent Tenants of the deep,
From your dim haunts His praise uplift
From your dim haunts His praise uplift;
Whether ye glance with motion swift,
Or through the weedy tangle creep;
Whether through restless waves ye sweep,
Or with the lazy currents drift:
Ye silent Tenants of the deep,
From your dim haunts His praise uplift
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Your ordered paths He bids you keep,
Your watery pleasures are His gift;
He shows you, through a cloudy rift,
The oozy fields which ye may reap:
Ye silent Tenants of the deep,
From your dim haunts His praise uplift.
Your watery pleasures are His gift;
He shows you, through a cloudy rift,
The oozy fields which ye may reap:
Ye silent Tenants of the deep,
From your dim haunts His praise uplift.
Lyra Pastoralis | ||