Oh Lord,
When I've climbed up from the great gorge into the sun
and when my flock find bright yellow flower fields
where skylarks hang high above
and sing for joy from a web of air,
May the top of the hill come close
and the shaded road with plunging dam and wooded slopes
be kind beneath my weary feet.
And when the clifftop chapel's reached
and my woolly charges loosed to roam,
I'll find peaceful order still
Whilst outside,
let gushing winds and perilous cliffs and overhanging bluffs
give thanks with me
As I kneel in darkened candle dim
and ask these things of Thee.
Amen
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