In North, in East, in West,
There is no place of rest,
Except, O kindly Light, except with thee.
No cold, unyielding glass
Bars and forbids to pass;
Thy dear light scorcheth not, nor burns in vain;
The soul that finds and knows
Such safe and sure repose
Need nevermore go out or roam again.
Ah, steadfast citadel!