And have the bright immensities
Received our risen Lord,
Where light years frame the Pleiades
And point Orion’s sword?
Do flaming suns His footsteps trace
Thro’ corridors sublime
The lord of interstellar space
And conquer of time?
The heav’n that hides Him from our sight
Knows neither nor far;
A little candle sheds its light
As surely as a star.
And where His loving people meet
To share the gift divine,
There stands He with un-hurrying feet;
There heav’nly splendors shine.