By JH Sayyar
O Lord, whose voice shapes morning skies
Whose breath stirs deep and bring forth light,
Thy mercy vast as the stars that never die,
Thy truth more firm than hills in their height
The oceans roar Thy name in endless song,
The winds proclaim Thee as they sweep the plain,
All creatures know to whom they first belong—
The Shepherd King who breaks the sinner’s chain
Thou art the flame within the faithful soul,
The peace that stills the storm in trembling hearts,
Thou art the end, the journey, and the goal,
The hand that heals, the love that ne'er departs
So let my voice with saints and angels rise,
To praise Thy name, O Lord of earth and skies
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