The Wings of a Dove

Had I the pin­ions of a dove

How would I fly away

To realms of light and joy and love

In por­tals of the day!

O give me the wings of a dove

To fly and be at rest

To seek the bliss of Heav’n ab­ove

Which those who find are blest.

Tho’ thru this wea­ry world I tread

At morn

to God my friend

At noon

and e’er I seek my bed

My pray­er shall still as­cend.

O cast thy bur­den on the Lord

Whose good­ness doth sus­tain;

The ten­der mer­cies of thy God

Shall ease thy load of pain.

So thou un­moved shalt pass along

Thru life’s short fleet­ing day

And car­ry in thy heart a song

Until the sun­set ray.