St. Elmo looked down on us
He lit our path through the jagged night.
Erasmus held us in his roughened palm.

There is a balm in Gilead
To make the wounded whole.

There is a balm in Gilead,
to heal the sick soul.

Grasp the mast and glow ,and live
The mast of the fire.  The mast.
In darkest night.

Journey to Gilead by the warm blue
light.