Beyond our living circle
hums a large steamship
crossing the river of finality
on to the docks of eternity
A herd of buffalo verge
thundering into the canyon,
crossing streams and shaking the acres
leaving their billows behind.
Such is Thy wild excitement
Oh Lord, who formed the earth
from the breath of His nostrils
Who told us Words that live;
Somewhere we too will know Thy judgment
Thy perfect love adoring the weak
Then turn we all, up-slope and shining
hands outstretched for the New City.