Feathered Dove from Feathered Dove by Culomba

O were I like a feathered dove
And innocence had wings
I’d fly and make a long remove
From all these restless things

Let me to some wild desert go
And find a peaceful home
Where storms of malice never blow
Temptations never come

Vain hopes and vain inventions all
To ‘scape the rage of hell!
The mighty God on whom I call
Can save me here as well

By morning light I’ll seek his face
At noon repeat my cry
The night shall hear me ask His grace
Nor will he long deny

God shall preserve my soul from fear
Or shield me when afraid
Ten thousand angels must appear
If He command their aid

I cast my burdens on the Lord
The Lord sustains them all
My courage rests upon his word
That saints shall never fall

Isaac Watts

• World
• balkan
• early music
• folk
• shapenote
• vocal
• Boston