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The Turf Shall Be My Fragrant Shrine

Author: Thomas Moore Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12060 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 The turf shall be my fragrant shrine, My temple, Lord! that arch of Thine; My censer’s breath the mountain airs, And silent thoughts my only prayers. 2 My choir shall be the moonlight waves, When murmuring homeward to their caves, Or when the stillness of the sea, E’en more than music, breathes of Thee! 3 I’ll seek, by day, some glade unknown, All light and silence, like Thy throne; And all the pale stars shall be at night, The only eyes that watch my rite. 4 Thy Heaven, on which ’tis bliss to look, Shall be my pure and shining book, Where I shall read, in words of flame, The glories of Thy wondrous name. 5 I’ll read Thy anger in the rack That clouds awhile the day-beams track; Thy mercy in the azure hue Of sunny brightness breaking through! 6 There’s nothing bright, above, below, From flowers that bloom to stars that glow, But in its light my soul can see Some feature of Thy deity. 7 There’s nothing dark, below, above, But in its gloom I trace Thy love, And meekly wait that moment, when Thy touch shall turn all bright again! Languages: English Tune Title: LOUVAN