Hymnal: The Christian Psalmist
Compiler: Silas W Leonard and A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: S W Leonard
First Line: The turf shall be my fragrant shrine
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Meter: LM double
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 090, click to see hymnal pages
The turf shall be my fragrant shrine,
My tem-ple, Lord, that arch of thine,
My censor's breath the mountain air,
And sol-i-tude shall hear my prayer.
My choir shall be the moonlight waves,
When murm'ring homeward to their caves,
Or when the stillness of the sea
E'en more than music breathes of thee.
I'll seek by day some glade unknown,
All light and silence like thy throne,
And the pale stars shall be at night
The only eyes that watch my rite.
Thy heaven, on which 't is bliss to look,
Shall be my pure and shining book;
Where I shall read, in words of flame,
The glories of thy wondrous name.