Over the rampage of the ages wild, came the voice of Mosier to me. As the sighing winds blow over the mountains and orchard valleys, ye stealthy lights that gleam upon the seas; most assuredly have you been born again. Have your souls been reclaimed by my spirit—I who holds that light of Calverie. Do you know me for yourself and not by another? are the souls that are known of me.
From the surging streams of the northland sealed, of the blue that shines across the earth revealed; unto all you souls that pray. Do you hear my voice in harmonies as the vespers play? As the sighing winds pass over the mountains most assuredly have you been, reclaimed by me. I have a torchlight descending from my father's throne. I who bare the sorrows of the world alone.
Is sorrow and pain turned to joy before thee; do you love death as the others love life. Is there no secret sin with thee, as with them of unjust strife? I am your strength in this way, I keep for you the eternal treasure of love and life. My father and I have made ourselves known unto thee, you saints of light; most assuredly as the sighing winds pass over the mountains you rest beyond the night.
A Praise—The Answer
Long ago we left the city of sorrow, for a city which is yet to come.
We sought the way that leads to Zion, and Jerusalem our home.
Mosier has gone from this world of sorrow, to prepare for us an eternal home.
And in the highway he has walked before us, he will ever care for his own.
With the new song we shall praise him ever, in that city he has gone to prepare.
When we enter the hilleued hills of Zion, O why not come and go with us there?
Some people wonder why we are sincere ever; some people wonder why we are true.
But to us Mosier is a real friend ever, and he is our glorious king, too.