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There glorious reigns fair Zion's king,
Before him darkness flies;
While saints their heavenly chorus sing,
And angels mount the skies.
Before him darkness flies;
While saints their heavenly chorus sing,
And angels mount the skies.
His truths eternal feed the mind,—
His glorious purposes;
The sorrowful calm pastures find,—
He reigns in heaven to bless.
His glorious purposes;
The sorrowful calm pastures find,—
He reigns in heaven to bless.
Now darkly on the ocean cast,
No wind or storm shall move;
Soon will the dreary void be past,
And thou shalt rest in love.
No wind or storm shall move;
Soon will the dreary void be past,
And thou shalt rest in love.
The dreary void! not such to me
Life's lone and weary waste:
Thy power, oh God, is on the sea;
We here thy mercy taste.
Life's lone and weary waste:
Thy power, oh God, is on the sea;
We here thy mercy taste.
Yes! every blast that rends the sky
Is guided by thy hand;
Tis sweet to know that thou art nigh
To bring us safe to land.
Is guided by thy hand;
Tis sweet to know that thou art nigh
To bring us safe to land.
Then stormy tempest sweetly sounds,—
It hastes our voyage home:
Soon shall we reach our earthly bounds,
And to the fair haven come.
It hastes our voyage home:
Soon shall we reach our earthly bounds,
And to the fair haven come.
