High above and far away are the lands

Where Angels play

Glory's light just within our sight

Yet only seen in precious night.

And O' to know the way to Heaven's Grounds

That Thus Shines Nightly Round.

But to know the way is to know the Truth

The Truth of what was, of what is, and of what's to be.

So with every passing moment, search

For that Truth and with every passing night

Draw closer to those stars that are Heaven's Grounds

That Thus Shines Nightly Round.