And on thou leadest to a peaceful haven.
’Tis ever thine to bring forth love from hate,
O Christ, eternal Wisdom, incarnate;
All good from evil, health from all our pain;
From darkness light—so be it always plain
To men and devils: Thou alone art king;
And highest in all worlds thy praises ring!
Afar Thou dost foresee the certain end.
And cause the strife of nations mad to bend
Their worst, their artful plan and utmost deed,