Quietly here we,
Shining youths,
Orbit around you, Eternity!
In praise of your power, we have 
Conceived an eternal song;
We sing it in the quiet night
Of wandering time.

  The measure of sweet harmony
That Nature gave us
Directs our path.
But with unfettered tread,
With most lovely meandering steps,
God’s love walks with us,
Leading the song.

  Circling, our path measures
The flight of summer and winter,
Measuring night and day.
But there is no slumber
Here, where one does not forget;
And no hour measures
Eternal day.

  The throng of struggling spirits
We bring as offerings,
Friends of the Son,--
We ourselves struggling,
Penetrating nights,
Conquering hell
Are angels of the throne.

  Thus we go on unchangingly
Thither, to the lap of the Allfather,
Messengers of the Lord;
As we resound in a close circle
Of the duty of which we are blessedly aware,
Your heavenly light leads us,
Bethlehem's star.