Hestia
The Citrus Trees
GENRE Planetary orbit
Circle round my
Head
Still me with your silence
Hear the quiet of the
Dead
Can you not be amazed?
At the wonders of this world
Oh holy
Can you not feel the grace?
Of his never-ending work
Oh holy
Hearth
Be my flame
Tender hearts and whispered names
Oh holy Earth
Tremble soft
Drain me slow of every drop
Drown me in golden light
Glowing from the dawn
Faith call me beholden to my
Everlasting God
Can you not be amazed?
At the wonders of this world
Oh holy
Can you not feel the grace?
Of his never-ending work
Oh holy
Hearth
Be my flame
Be my shelter in the rain
Oh holy Earth
Tremble soft
Be the shepherd to my flock
Circle round my
Head
Still me with your silence
Hear the quiet of the
Dead
Can you not be amazed?
At the wonders of this world
Oh holy
Can you not feel the grace?
Of his never-ending work
Oh holy
Hearth
Be my flame
Tender hearts and whispered names
Oh holy Earth
Tremble soft
Drain me slow of every drop
Drown me in golden light
Glowing from the dawn
Faith call me beholden to my
Everlasting God
Can you not be amazed?
At the wonders of this world
Oh holy
Can you not feel the grace?
Of his never-ending work
Oh holy
Hearth
Be my flame
Be my shelter in the rain
Oh holy Earth
Tremble soft
Be the shepherd to my flock
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