As Down in the Sunless Retreats of the Ocean

As down in the sun­less re­treats of the ocean

Sweet flow­ers are spring­ing no mor­tal can see

So

deep in my soul the still pray­er of de­vo­tion

Unheard by the world

ris­es si­lent to Thee

My God! si­lent to Thee—

Pure

warm

si­lent

to Thee

As still to the star of its wor­ship

tho’ cloud­ed

The nee­dle points faith­ful­ly o’er the dim sea

So

dark as I roam

in this win­try world shroud­ed

The hope of my spir­it turns trem­bling to Thee

My God! trem­bling

to Thee—

True

fond

trem­bling

to Thee.