THE HOLY HYMN

In the silence of the night, a sacred hymn begins,
A melody of reverence, where the spirit spins.
Oh, praise the One, the source of light,
In the tapestry of faith, in His mercy so bright.

Holy, holy, a hymn of grace,
In the sacred spaces, let our spirits embrace.
In the chorus of angels, let our voices rise,
A hymn of worship, echoing the skies.

In the echoes of the verses, a symphony unfolds,
A hymn of peace, where love beholds.
The rivers of mercy, the mountains of might,
In the holy hymn, find refuge in His light.

Holy, holy, a hymn of grace,
In the sacred spaces, let our spirits embrace.
In the chorus of angels, let our voices rise,
A hymn of worship, echoing the skies.

Beneath the canopy of stars, the hymn takes flight,
A journey of the soul, in the calm of night.
Oh, praise the One, the Ever-Living Lord,
In the sacred hymn, let your heart be restored.

In the whispers of devotion, a hymn unfolds,
A journey of surrender, where faith molds.
Holy, holy, in the sacred refrain,
In the hymn of the heart, let peace sustain.

Holy, holy, a hymn of grace,
In the sacred spaces, let our spirits embrace.
In the chorus of angels, let our voices rise,
A hymn of worship, echoing the skies.

As the hymn subsides, in the quiet of the soul,
Let the echoes linger, let the spirit be whole.
Holy, holy, in the hymn's gentle end,
A sacred journey, where faith and hymn blend.

Imran Nazeer
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