1 From hill and dale,
From every blooming vale,
Whene'er the morning sun doth rise,
Sweet vapors meet the early skies,
Incense of praise.
2 And they return,
Forth pouring from the urn,
Which God doth keep the skies above,
To shower the blessings of his love
In thirsty days.
3 So with the light,
Each morning sweet and bright,
May incense from my heart arise,
And pure thanksgiving meet the skies
In grateful lays.
4 And may my prayer,
Up winging through the air,
Return to me in blessing sweet,
And guide and guard my wandering feet
In devious ways.
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First Line: | From hill and dale |
Title: | "Seek, and ye shall find" |
Publication Date: | 1897 |
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Name: | [From hill and dale] |
Key: | F Major or modal |