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HYMN TO THE DEITY.
“Heal me, oh! Lord! and I shall be healed; and save me, and I shall be saved; for Thou art my praise.”—
Jer. 17: 14.
Lord! let the rivers of thy love,
Pour down upon me from above;
Let the bright waves of glory roll
Around this Sanctuary of my soul.
Pour down upon me from above;
Let the bright waves of glory roll
Around this Sanctuary of my soul.
Let not the Island-clouds that lie
In the Pavillion of the sky,
Gather around thy Dwelling-place,
And hide the glory of thy face.
In the Pavillion of the sky,
Gather around thy Dwelling-place,
And hide the glory of thy face.
Thou art upon the raging seas,
And in the whispers of the breeze;
And in the lightnings of the sky,
Filling the firmament on high.
And in the whispers of the breeze;
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Filling the firmament on high.
Thou art upon the mighty hills,
And in the music of the rills;
And in the whirlwinds of the sea,
And in the voice that speaks to Thee.
And in the music of the rills;
And in the whirlwinds of the sea,
And in the voice that speaks to Thee.
Thou art upon the darkest night,
And in the brightest of the light;
And in the Highest Heaven, as well
As in the lowest depths of Hell.
And in the brightest of the light;
And in the Highest Heaven, as well
As in the lowest depths of Hell.
Thus, seeing that thy Home is here,
And feeling that thy voice is near;
And knowing what thy strength must be—
I offer up my prayer to Thee!
And feeling that thy voice is near;
And knowing what thy strength must be—
I offer up my prayer to Thee!
Oak Grove, Ga., 1834.
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