The Shining Sea

Standing on the shore at morn­ing

I beheld the shin­ing sea—

Saw the wreath­ing va­pors mount­ing

Into Heav­en si­lent­ly;

Silently

si­lent­ly

Silently

si­lent­ly

from the sea.

Standing on the hill at ev­en­ing

Clouds stooped gen­tly over me

Softly from the west as­cend­ing

And the rain fell si­lent­ly;

Silently

si­lent­ly

Silently

si­lent­ly

ov­er me.

So

I cried

my spir­it’s in­cense

Sure re­turn­eth un­to me;

Upward breat­hing

falls in bless­ing

From our Fa­ther si­lent­ly.

Silently

si­lent­ly

Silently

si­lent­ly

un­to me.

So my life up­striv­ing

soar­ing

Where nor eye nor tho’t can see;

Comes again des­cend­ing on me

Filled with im­mor­tal­ity.

Silently

si­lent­ly

Silently

si­lent­ly

un­to me.

And the bliss of hope awak­ens;

Earth and sky I clear­er see;

And I car­ol

in my glad­ness

Easter hymns and me­lo­dy.

Joyfulness

hope­ful­ness

Joyfulness

hope­ful­ness

fill­eth me.