 | The poetical works of Henry Alford |  |
“Nights and days on the watery ways
Our vessel hath slidden on,
Our arms have never tired of toil,
Our stores have long been done;
Sweet Jesus hath sped us over the wave,
By coasts and along the sea,
And we sing, as we pass each rising land,
Tibi gloria Domine.
Our vessel hath slidden on,
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Our stores have long been done;
Sweet Jesus hath sped us over the wave,
By coasts and along the sea,
And we sing, as we pass each rising land,
Tibi gloria Domine.
| The poetical works of Henry Alford | |