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Hymn.
Tune, “Duke Street.”
As ocean with majestic roar
Rolls its white billows to the shore,
Our praise, Lord, like the sounding sea,
Shall break in ceaseless waves to Thee.
Rolls its white billows to the shore,
Our praise, Lord, like the sounding sea,
Shall break in ceaseless waves to Thee.
The rippling stream, the whispering leaves,
The gorgeous forms which sunset weaves,
The thunder's crash, the lightning's flame,
Thy presence and Thy power proclaim.
The gorgeous forms which sunset weaves,
The thunder's crash, the lightning's flame,
Thy presence and Thy power proclaim.
Each sunny ray, each sparkling star,
Glows with His wondrous name afar,
And all our throbbing pulses tell
Of Him whose love does all things well.
Glows with His wondrous name afar,
And all our throbbing pulses tell
Of Him whose love does all things well.
Just as the lark with quivering wings
Soars, and still soars, and, soaring, sings,
Breathe with each breath the Saviour's praise,
Extol His name in loftiest lays.
Soars, and still soars, and, soaring, sings,
Breathe with each breath the Saviour's praise,
Extol His name in loftiest lays.
His mercy every blessing brings,
Crown Him with glory, King of kings:
Before His throne, adoring, fall,
And crown the Saviour Lord of all.
Crown Him with glory, King of kings:
Before His throne, adoring, fall,
And crown the Saviour Lord of all.
October 15, 1894.
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