Gongs and winds, silence the blackest,
Of all,
Opiea of music,
The music of all,
Into the nighttime my little beauty,
Go into the light the fortress of all,
Join in the music,
Grow tall and strong,
Young, sturdy, laughing earnestly,


Unashamed of things to come,
Trying inside the fountain I see,

Dwell on High thy Spirit to be,
Justice it reigns over all I see,

My heart it faints'
At thy hope that's in thee
Trust in my LORD, thy God in me