If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea; even there shall Thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me.
Psalm 139:9-10
Words: Samuel D. Robbins, in Elim; or Hymns of Holy Refreshment, edited by Frederic D. Huntington (Boston, Massachusetts: E. P. Dutton, 1866).
Music: Wimborne John Whitaker, 1820 (🔊 pdf nwc).
If you know where to get a good picture of Robbins or Whitaker (head & shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels),
Thou art, O God! my East. In Thee I dawned;
Within me ever let Thy day-spring shine;
Then, for each night of sorrow I have mourned,
I’ll bless Thee, Father, since it seals me Thine.
Thou art, O God! my North. My trembling soul,
Like a charmed needle, points to Thee alone;
Each wave of time, each storm of life, shall roll
My trusting spirit forward to Thy throne.
Thou art, O God! my South. Thy fervent love
Perennial verdure o’er my life hath shed;
And constant sunshine from Thy heart of love,
With wine and oil Thy grateful child hath fed.
Thou art, O God! my West. Into Thy arms,
Glad as the setting sun, may I decline;
Baptized from earthly stains and sin’s alarms,
Re-born, arise in Thy new heavens to shine.