I am lost, oh love, upon a sea,
Within a ship so firm and fine,
How strange that one could be so free
Within a place so strong and sound.
Oh Love who placed me in these walls,
Oh Love, who makes these walls of light,
Love who sends Her water falls
From mountains of majestic might.
If thou wishest me to live,
Through me blow Thy holy breath,
The touch of Thy new Name thou wilt give
To one who from the shore has leapt.
Then Thou beyond both first and last,
Thou who hast come with bugle’s blast,
To every poor one Thou wilt give,
To every soul Thou shalt say “live!”.