Hope Thou art my Lord, my golden dream, Thou art my life in death.

O bless me with Thy Hope Supreme, Lord of the Eternal Breath!

Agelong the vision of Thy Sun For darkness have I sought. I know the evils I should shun And quickly bring to nought.

The earth is deaf and blind, my Lord; Its true goal it denies. It hears no voice, no heavenly word From those who seek the skies.

O yet I feel Thy kingly Grace With my feeble mortality. I shall win at last the Noonward Race, Plunge in the Nectar-Sea.