0, thou profound, eternal blue,
God's mystic arch of heaven-land!
Art thou not veiling spirit hue,
And hiding the angelic band?
Jehovah! so move this veil,
That we may see the throne of light,
From which St. Gabriel brought the 'Hail'
To Mary, on that Holy night!
We've slumbered much in darkness here,
And now we seek more light from Thee:
We feel that peace is reigning there-
Beyond the clouds, o'er land and sea.
The mystery of eternal life
Provokes the soul's sad tedium;
We faint beneath this mortal strife,
And long to join the angels' hum.
Forgive us, Lord, if we have erred,
In asking this before our time;
We only sought the light, and aired
Our souls to tunes of spiritual rhyme;
For death has been a puzzle here;
Some say we live forever on,
Some say we go from life nowhere;
To tell us right, Thou art the One!
We wait on Thee, great God above!
But let the message come today;
We sing Thy praise, and Thee we love,
As to Thee, Father, do we pray:
Let Michael come in glory great,
To teach us all that we should do;
And then we'll know our rightful fate,
In worship to the Son and You.