He came to the King of all the nations, King supreme, grand and true,
He gave to the people the spirit of salvation to make the soul anew.
This to us the spirit whispers, music more than we mortals sing.
To our hearts ring the bells of heaven, we are the children of that great king.
A High Praise
We thank thee, O Great Alleuher, for a prophet, one to teach us in this day.
All glitt'ring in thy truth of light, shining along our misty way.
We whose minds are sealed over, and are driven far away,
Come seeking unto Zion's light in the evening time of day.
The Lord of hosts in these mountains, O his gracious power,
Comes scatt'ring the aged long night, he is our refuge in every hour.
A High Praise—The Judgment
Light, great light, Alleuher's high spirit, that shines above the day,
Searching the souls of the living things, calling his children from sin away.
I will not grow weary in the times, which others may fear.