The breath of man's goodwill,
The Father near;
Am end of the way men grope,
Core of the ceaseless strife,
I am man's bread of hope,
Water of life.
I am the root of faith,
Substance of vision, too,
The spirit shadowed in wraith,
Urim in dew.
The breath of man's goodwill,
The Father near;
Am end of the way men grope,
Core of the ceaseless strife,
I am man's bread of hope,
Water of life.
I am the root of faith,
Substance of vision, too,
The spirit shadowed in wraith,
Urim in dew.