Hymnal: Fillmore's Harp of Zion
Date: 1867
Compiler: A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: R W Carroll & Co
First Line: The turf shall be my fragrant shrine
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Meter: DLM
Tune: Vanchurch
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 064, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsThe turf shall be my fragrant shrine,
My temple, Lord, that arch of thine;
My censer's breath, the mountain air,
And solitude shall hear my prayer;
My choir shall be the moonlit 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 heave, on which tis bliss to look,
Shall be my pure and shining book;
Where I shall read, in words of flame,
The glories of thy wondrous name.