| Song | There Seems A Voice In Every Gale |
| Album | The Christian Hymn Book |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
| Writer(s) | A. Campbell And Others |
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| Tags | There Seems A Voice In Every Gale |
| Theme(s) | God In Creation |
| Scripture Reference(s) | |
| CCLI Song No |
There Seems A Voice In Every Gale,
A Tongue In Every Opening Flower,
Which Tells, O Lord! The Wondrous Tale
Of Thy Indulgence, Love, And Power.
The Birds That Rise On Soaring Wing
Appear To Hymn Their Maker’s Praise,
And All The Mingling Sounds Of Spring
To Thee A General Paean Raise.
And Shall My Voice, Great God, Alone
Be Mute ’Midst Nature’s Loud Acclaim?
No; Let My Heart With Answering Tone
Breathe Forth In Praise Thy Holy Name.
And Nature’s Debt Is Small To Mine;
Thou Bad’st Her Being Bounded Be,
But—Matchless Proof Of Love Divine—
Thou Gav’st Immortal Life To Me.
