203. In the Bursts of Blue Brine I Shall Bound with Thee
In the bursts of blue brine my Spirit bounds in joy on the calm shores. Banished are the discouraging vapors of lowlands and the dry aloofness of proud hills. The salty fragrance dives into my bloodstream and overflows the reservoir of my strength.
Oh! what vitalic volumes of life flow in me through the ocean breeze! Oh, smooth shore by the blue, thou art the heaven of health next to paradise. By the blue brine I will drink health from Thee. As Thou didst knit the deep blue brine with the pale blue sky, so dost Thou weave the vastness of Thy Spirit with our pale faith, trying to spread everywhere.