Six Songs

Hark! the vesper hymn is stealing 
O'er the waters soft and clear; 
Nearer yet and nearer pealing, 
And now bursts upon the ear: 
Jubilate, Amen. 
Farther now, now farther stealing, 
Soft it fades upon the ear: 
Jubilate, Amen.

Now, like moonlight waves retreating 
To the shore, it dies along; 
Now, like angry surges meeting, 
Breaks the mingled tide of song: 
Jubilate, Amen. 
Hush! again, like waves, retreating 
To the shore, it dies along: 
Jubilate, Amen.