The Lone Wild Fowl

1. The lone, wild fowl in lofty flight Is
2. The ends of earth are in thy hand, The
still with thee, nor leaves thy sight. And
sea's dark deep and no man's land. And
I am thine! I rest in thee.
I am thine! I rest in thee.
Great Spirit, come and rest in me.
Great Spirit, come and rest in me.
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