| In his blest name, who was his own creation
|
| Who from all time makes his own vocation
|
| The name of him who makes our faith so bright
|
| Love, confidence, activity and might
|
| In that ones name who named through oft he be
|
| Unknown is ever in reality
|
| As far as our ear can reach
|
| Or eyesight dim
|
| Thou findest but the known resembling him
|
| How high soar thy fiery spirit hovers
|
| Its smile and type it straight discovers
|
| Onward, thou art drawn
|
| With feelings light and clear
|
| Where ever thou goest, your mind is the way
|
| No more thou numbrest, reckonest no time
|
| Each step is infinite, each step sublime
|
| Unknown is ever in reality
|
| As far as our ear can reach
|
| Or eyesight dim |