Hymnal: Fillmore's Harp of Zion
Date: 1867
Compiler: A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: R W Carroll & Co
First Line: The breaking waves dashed high
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Meter: SMD or 6s 8s and 4s
Tune: Browne
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 315, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsThe breaking waves dashed high
On a stern and rock-bound coast,
And the woods against a stormy sky
Their giant branches toss'd;
And the heavy night hung dark
The hills and waters o'er,
When a band of exiles moored their bark
On a wild New England shore.
Not as the conqueror comes,
They, the true-hearted came,
Not with the roll of stirring drums,
And the trumpet that sings of fame;
Not as the flying come,
In silence and in fear--
They shook the depths of the desert's gloom
With their hymns of lofty cheer.
My Shepherd's mighty aid,
His dear redeeming love,
His all-protecting power displayed,
I joy to prove,
Led onward by my Guide,
I tread the beauteous scene,
Where tranquil waters gently glide
Through pastures green.
Amid the storm they sand,
And the stars hear, and the sea!
And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang
To the anthem of the free,
From his nest by the white wave's foam,
And the rocking pines of the forest roared--
This was their welcome home!
What sought they thus afar?
Bright jewels of the mine?
The wealth of seas, the spoils of war?
Thy sought a faith's pure shrine!
Aye, call it holy ground,
The spot where first they trod!
They have left unstained what there they found--
Freedom to worship God!