But such a tide as mov-ing seems a sleep, Too full for sound and foam, rall. When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns a - gain VERSE 3 home. home. 2 Thou our throbbing flesh hast worn, 3 When the solemn death-bell tolls 4 Thou hast bowed the dying head, Thou hast filled a mortal bier; 5 When the heart is sad within 6 Thou the shame, the grief, hast known, Rev. Henry H. Milman, 1827: verse 3, lines 1, 2; line 4, of each verse, alt 2 In this world of care and pain, Thou dost now with joy receive it; IRENE 7.7.7.5. 3 Ah, Lord Jesus, grant that we That its heavenly food are giving; |