Oh Savior you are beautiful

fair beyond the sun

that’s lately run

its daily done

and dips to sea again.

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Your ways are deeper than the sea,

and light danced ember waves.

The secret graves

of hidden caves

are known before your eyes.

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Your eyes can pierce the blackest night

and thus you see through mine.

Despite the slime

of oft-times crime

You look, and know and love.

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Your love the spangled morning rays

that race across the sky.

Your glory wings–the gulls that cry–

while far below th’unworthy spy

the beauty of your grace.