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O ye sweet nurses of soft dreams

O ye sweet nurses of soft dreams

Author: Samuel Wesley
Published in 1 hymnal

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1 O ye sweet Nurses of soft Dreams,
Ye ready Brooks and winding Streams,
Or murm'ring o'er the Pebbles* sheen,
Or sliding thro' the Meadows gree;
Or where thro' matted Sedge you creep
Slow trav'ling to your parent Deep,
Resound his Praise by whom you rose
That Sea, which never Ebbs or flows.

2 Ye Trees, whose Roots descend as low
As high in Air your Branches grow,
That pour a venerable Shade
For Thought and friendly Converse made:
Your heavy Arms to Heaven extend,
And bend your Heads, in Homage bend:
Cedars and Pines that wave above,
Waving adore your parent Jove.

3 No Evil can from thee proceed,
'Tis only suffer'd, not decreed;
As Darkness is not from the Sun,
Nor mount the Shades till he is gone.
Even then the Pious on his guard
Stands undismay'd, for all prepar'd;
Whate'er befal, his Mind's at rest;
Since what thou send'st, must needs be best.

4 O Father King, whose heavenly Face
Shines still serene on all thy Race,
Can we foget thy guardian Care,
How slow to punish, glad to spare!
We thy Magnificence adore;
We thy unceasing Aid implore:
Nor vainly for thy Help we call,
Nor can we want; for thou art ALL.

Source: A Collection of Psalms and Hymns #C.Xd

Author: Samuel Wesley

Father of Samuel Wesley, John Wesley, and Charles Wesley. See also in: Hymn Writers of the Church… Go to person page >

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First Line: O ye sweet nurses of soft dreams
Author: Samuel Wesley


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A Collection of Psalms and Hymns #C.Xd

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