I wrought not these miracles by any zest of mine.
The angels keep watch over the rivers, that float down by the steeps
of time.
He wrote with his hand upon the marble, the songs of Zion's chimes.
The angels watch through the stillness until the morning time.
He said, "I will not forsake thee or leave thee in despair alone.
The angels and my spirit shall guard upon the rivers, all those that
are my own."
We believed him when he descended, and the mountain smoked with his
mighty power.
The music rang out over the hosts, as sang heaven's mighty choir.
We believe him now while ascending up the steeps of time.
With the angels close by the rivers, that lead up to the heights of
Zion.
You cannot believe him except his spirit makes himself known unto thee.
Or even in all your wisdom you will sail upon the unknown sea.
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