Come make your home in Him, who arraigned the cosmos far,
Every moon and every sun, every twinkling star.
Who alone, the heavens, heave, galaxies afar,
Did make His way to mother earth, to reach you where you are.
One, to gather the stars for thee,
Two, the wind, so wild and free.
Three, the forest, enchantment, trees,
Four, the hills, a spot for tea.
Five, my friends, the flowers and bees,
Six, the sunrise, over the sea,
Last, the mostest, treasure be,
Adrift the waters, you and me.
A little touch of magic, the broken, soon made whole,
The old shall find a second wind, refreshed, their weary soul.
Then all, a restful silence, restored, what time had stole,
For great, His gifts and mercy, with praises, now extol.
O barren clouds, send a saviour ’round,
With mighty power, and glory crowned.
Whose graces flow, come, spring abound,
Revive the earth, this holy ground.
Take me by the hand, let the miles, they ease on by,
Rolling unto sunny days, sweet as apple pie.
Every turn, a blessing, the hills, o praises high,
Songs, my soul, a-lifting, prayers, a sure reply.
Let’s meet again in dreamland, amid the deep night sky,
There, dance among the shining stars, hung, celestial high.
The moon, her restful watching, the sleepy clouds, we lie,
Until the rise of morning, alas, for now, goodbye.
Silent night and wordless day,
The awkward quiet, lifeless, lay.
Watching, waiting, hoping, pray,
Healing, yielding, come what may.