Where time looks out to heavens afar,
And God again renews man’s hopes
And rallies him to dare and die,
For Liberty, through all the years,
To dyke and drain and build anew,
By labour, gladness, dreams and tears.
’Tis here I lift my humble prayers,
And thanks for Life’s sweet mysteries,
For joy of song within my soul,
And chant its solemn histories;