Above the hostile lands I fly,
And know, O Lord, that Thou art nigh;
And with Thy ever-loving care
Dost bear me safely through the air.
Thou madest the twinkling Polar star,
Which guides me homewards from afar;
And Thou hast made my greatest boon,
The radiant visage of the Moon.
And if I did not love Thee, Lord,
I could not sit here reassured
With level mind, and soul at ease,
Amidst the cool refreshing breeze.