Oh thought that warms my mind
Fullest chorus raised to thee
Every knee bowed before thy feet
Our joyous strains prolonged
Wind gently breathing through open windows
So my heart is moving and stirring
Human condition, myriad of convictions
Compelled to praise
If I could sing the words unuttereable
Perhaps the unspoken would speak a better phrase
Hushed, The Hills that roll and sway
Swaying to a higher note
Proclaiming God is king
Hills bowed under the sky
Stillness and silence
That speaks so profound to the heart
Wind gently breathing
My heart is moving and stirring
If I could sing the words unuttereable
Perhaps the unspoken would speak a better phrase
Oh thought that warms my mind
Fullest chorus raised to thee
Every knee bowed before thy feet
Our joyous strains prolonged
Oh echoes of eternity in my mind
Our joyous strains prolonged
JG
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