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Above Me Hangs The Silent Sky

Above me hangs the silent sky

Author: Henry Francis Lyte
Tune: WETHERBY
Published in 1 hymnal

Printable scores: PDF, Noteworthy Composer
Audio files: MIDI

Full Text

1 Above me hangs the silent sky;
Around me rolls the sea;
The crew is at all at rest, and I
Am, Lord, alone with Thee.

2 Go where I may, from all remote,
Thou, Lord, art ever near:
No secret thought, but Thou canst note;
No word, but Thou canst hear.

3 When all around are sunk to sleep,
Thy presence here I find;
To me Thou walkest o’er the deep,
Or speakest in the wind.

4 In winds, and waves, and starry sky;
I see Thee present here;
And, looking at myself, I cry,
Can I still be Thy care?

5 I think of days and dangers past,
When I have found Thee nigh;
And wonder how Thy love can last
To one so vile as I.

6 I think of terrors near at hand,
Of judgment yet to come;
When I before Thy face must stand
And hear my final doom.

7 The sense of all I’ve been and done
Would fill me with despair;
But to my Savior’s cross I run,
And find a refuge there.

8 I know He has the power to aid,
I know He has the will:
And He who once for sinners bled,
Can rescue sinners still.

9 Lord, arm my soul with faith in Thee,
And fill my heart with love,
My path from sin and danger free,
And guide me safe above.

10 And while the waves around me beat,
Lord, often thus descend,
And grant me here communion sweet
With Thee, the sinner’s friend.

Source: The Cyber Hymnal #7913

Author: Henry Francis Lyte

Lyte, Henry Francis, M.A., son of Captain Thomas Lyte, was born at Ednam, near Kelso, June 1, 1793, and educated at Portora (the Royal School of Enniskillen), and at Trinity College, Dublin, of which he was a Scholar, and where he graduated in 1814. During his University course he distinguished himself by gaining the English prize poem on three occasions. At one time he had intended studying Medicine; but this he abandoned for Theology, and took Holy Orders in 1815, his first curacy being in the neighbourhood of Wexford. In 1817, he removed to Marazion, in Cornwall. There, in 1818, he underwent a great spiritual change, which shaped and influenced the whole of his after life, the immediate cause being the illness and death of a brother cler… Go to person page >

Text Information

First Line: Above me hangs the silent sky
Title: Above Me Hangs The Silent Sky
Author: Henry Francis Lyte
Meter: 8.6.8.6
Language: English
Copyright: Public Domain

Media

The Cyber Hymnal #7913
  • PDF (PDF)
  • Noteworthy Composer Score (NWC)



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