Eternal glory’s radiant light pierces the depths of human souls,

Yet inward pangs of sin’s fierce storm obscure hope’s fleeting glow.  

All mankind drifts upon this sea, tossed by waves of dread and fear,

In the churning ocean’s wrath, no glimmering spark endures.  

Yet the wayfaring Dove, serene, stills the tempest’s raging dread,

Beholding on the far horizon God’s boundless love outspread.  

Heaven’s solace beams through the soul’s dark storm, a beacon pure and bright,

Lifted from the tempest’s grasp, we soar on the wings of the Dove.