Within my heart, Lord, grant me an evening
seated on a Welsh hillside.
The westerly sun setting o'er,
the shining sands and tide.
seated on a Welsh hillside.
The westerly sun setting o'er,
the shining sands and tide.
Let me hear, Lord, songs o'er the isles,
hymns rising to Thee.
Unite our voices in woven chords:
Softly from Cornwall, North from Isle of Skye,
East from England's Malverns green,
West 'cross Ireland's Bantry Bay,
let all declare as one, that Jesus Christ is Lord today!
Bring to my ears, Lord, the chapels ringing,
with songs from valleys low,
while gently in the scented breeze,
the purple heathers blow.
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