God of Glory, King of
Kings!
Thou hast turned sorrows to joy, grieving to bliss,
and sadness into happiness,
causing paradise to descend upon a broken heart.
What greater good than this could we imagine?
The gentle winds of such transformation
blowing softly through our hearts
gives lift to our opening wings
and lets the world depart.
To what places will these currents carry a soul,
what wonders to unveil.
Splendors countless, worlds untold.
Until at last, astounded, overwhelmed,
we must repair to peace,
the portal of the new fontier.
Thou hast turned sorrows to joy, grieving to bliss,
and sadness into happiness,
causing paradise to descend upon a broken heart.
What greater good than this could we imagine?
The gentle winds of such transformation
blowing softly through our hearts
gives lift to our opening wings
and lets the world depart.
To what places will these currents carry a soul,
what wonders to unveil.
Splendors countless, worlds untold.
Until at last, astounded, overwhelmed,
we must repair to peace,
the portal of the new fontier.
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