Like a dove over water,

to the mountains I spring

though many people and many cities

there lay between

I sought a satisfaction

for my hearts desires

They must be God-given

They burn outward with fire

The advocate, my spirit

It urges me on to go

to search for zealous shores

a sweet thought from my bosom flows

So passionate for a life

greater than life its own

greater than the breath I breathe

firmer than rock or stone

A life for a land, pure

As good as green grass

As luscious as golden honey

I've yet to find it, alas

So I search ever and anon

But again, I find none

I fight for this great satisfaction

I write as my only action

I go ship to ship to quay

Liberating hope along the way

To dock to land to forest

I take no pickings and take no rest

My shoes have worn and are tattered

My skin, with mud, splattered

I came upon a town called hope unperishable

And there I found a thing, inexplicable

A light from every atom

A silver horn shouted back

The light grew brighter

All the Earth there were a crack

Again, I felt a pang in my bosom

A cold iron sword, pierce my heart

I felt the endlessness of life upon my shoulders

A burden felt only by its depart

To the mountains I trudge

But I've brought a hope with me

I'll rest soon for I've been over water

Over crater, valley and stream

The towers of rock and stone

They seem so far away

But with passion for a breath to breathe

I may make meet to see them today

I search the Eastern Horizon

Crystal skies, shallow waters now

I wish I was at the mountains foothold

To see by which all Earth was endowed

Yet here I am, now and anon; now and alas

to the mountains I spring

though many people and many cities

there lay between

But to meet what needs be met this day

My voice rings in the highest belfry bell

I scream to the loftiest pinnacle point

Show me the way, the light, pull back the veil

I would have said before:

"I would be valiant but for what strength demands."

But now for my faith in You, and You

I would risk my life even yet, though end in foreign hands