In secret here adore Thee.
Still it is day
Whene’er we pray,
And humbly bow before Thee.
Thou canst assuage
Our foemen’s rage
And shield us from their terrors.
The flame aspires!
The smoke retires!
Thus clear our faith from errors!
In secret here adore Thee.
Still it is day
Whene’er we pray,
And humbly bow before Thee.
Thou canst assuage
Our foemen’s rage
And shield us from their terrors.
The flame aspires!
The smoke retires!
Thus clear our faith from errors!