The lone, wild bird in lofty flight
is still with thee, nor leaves thy sight.
And I am thine! I rest in thee.
Great spirit come and rest in me.The ends of earth are in thy hand,
the sea’s dark deep and far-off land.
And I am thine! I rest in thee.
Great spirit come and rest in me.
I’m not sure I have much to say – I love the tune (Prospect) and have sung it in numerous settings, most beautifully in a choral setting of Michael Dennis Browne’s “The Road Home” arranged by Stephen Paulus.
The lyrics are much more theistic than its title would suggest. This stealth theism delights me a bit today…especially as I begin planning November’s services and programs, which are all about humanism.
That’s it really. A short, delightful little hymn with more than meets the eye and a lush memory.
(PS: The image above is of a tundra swan. Cool, eh?)
