Psalms 55:6-8

• [Psa 55:6] On Joyful Wings

  On joyful wings our raptured souls Would mount and spread their flight, And from Mount Pisgah’s top behold The land of pure delight. Refrain Above the clouds, above the stars, That heav’nly region fair, Where He, our Lord and Savior, dwells, Our home, our home is there. Sweet visions oft His love reveals, Of that divine abode; And with His kind, protecting hand, He leads us on the road. Refrain O blessèd hope that bears us up, And stills each throb of care! The night will pass, the morn will come, And we shall soon be there. Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 55:6] Wings Of A Dove, The

  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! Refrain 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. Refrain O cast thy burden on the Lord, Whose goodness doth sustain; The tender mercies of thy God Shall ease thy load of pain. Refrain So thou unmoved shalt pass along, Thru life’s short fleeting day, And carry in thy heart a song, Until the sunset ray. Refrain

  source: Cyberhymnal