As, down in the sunless retreats of the ocean,
Sweet flowers are springing no mortal can see,
So, deep in my soul, the still prayer of devotion,
Unheard by the world, rises, silent, to Thee,
My God! silent, to Thee,—
Pure, warm, silent, to Thee.
As still to the star of its worship, though clouded,
The needle points faithfully o’er the dim sea,
So, dark when I roam, in this wintry world shrouded,
The hope of my spirit turns, trembling, to Thee,
My God! trembling, to Thee,—
True, sure, trembling, to Thee.
Moore, Thomas, son of John Moore, a small tradesman at Dublin, was born in that city, May 28, 1779, educated at a private school and Trinity College, Dublin; read at the Middle Temple for the Bar; held a post under the Government in Bermuda for a short time, and died Feb. 26, 1852. His Memoirs, Journal, and Correspondence were published by Lord John Russell in 1855. In that work every detail concerning himself and his numerous publications, most of them of high poetical merit, will be found. His connection with hymnody is confined to his Sacred Songs, which were published in 1816, and again in his Collected Works, 1866. These Songs were 32 in all, and were written to popular airs of various nations. Of these Songs the following have passed… Go to person page >
Display Title: As, Down In The Sunless Retreats Of The OceanFirst Line: As, down in the sunless retreats of the oceanTune Title: DEVOTIONAuthor: Thomas MooreMeter: 188.8.131.52.12Source: Sacred Songs, 1816