A Voice from the Billow

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1 A voice from the billow is calling,
A dear one is drifting away,
but her voice o'er the billow is falling,
And it sounds, mid the foam and the spray.

She is nearing the beautiful city,
Where never more weary she'll roam;
Still her voice from the billow is calling,
Come follow me, follow me home.

2 A light on the ocean is dying,
A star passes into the night;
But her bark, mid the tempest is flying,
Far away to the shores of delight. [Chorus]

3 A hope that was born, mid earth's sorrow,
Hath held her with hands all divine;
Thro' the pain of death's dawning tomorrow,
Still the light of eternity shines. [Chorus]

4 There the hunger, the heart-weary striving,
the deep restless longings are gone;
And the soul finds the glory of living,
In a land where the Lord is the sun. [Chorus]

Source: Crowning glory no. 2: a collection of gospel hymns #47

Author: Neva Parkhill Prentice

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Text Information

First Line: A voice from the billow is calling
Title: A Voice from the Billow
Author: Neva Parkhill Prentice
Language: English
Refrain First Line: She is nearing the beautiful city
Publication Date: 1890
Copyright: Public Domain



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Crowning glory no. 2 #47

The Crowning Glory Nos. 1 and 2 #d10

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