1. 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 inter stellar space
    And conqueror of time?
  2. The heav’n that hides Him from our sight
    Knows neither near 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 unhurrying feet;
    There heav’nly splendors shine.