We will cry, while passing on,
—“Christon Estaurōmenon!”
When our Home shall shine in sight,
When our fears are lost in light,
When we hear the summons given,
“Bring my way-worn ones to heaven!”
We will shout, while wafted on,
—“Christon Estaurōmenon!”
In that perfect world above,—
Perfect light and perfect love,