1 The ocean looketh up to heaven
As 't were a living thing;
The homage of its waves is given
In ceaseless worshiping.
2 They kneel upon the sloping sand
As bends the human knee:
A beautiful and tireless band--
The priesthood of the sea.
3 The mists are lifted from the rills,
Like the white wing of prayer;
They kneel above the ancient hills,
As doing homage there.
4 The forest-tops are lowly cast
O'er breezy hill and glen,
As if a prayerful spirit passed
On nature as on men.
5 The sky is as a temple's arch;
The blue and wavy air
Is glorious with the spirit-march
Of messengers at prayer.
Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #330