Have you not heard his silent steps? He comes, comes, ever comes.
Every moment and every age, every day and every night he comes, comes, ever
comes.
Many a song have I sung in many a mood of mind, but all their notes have always
proclaimed, `He comes, comes, ever comes.'
In the fragrant days of sunny April through the forest path he comes, comes, ever
comes.
In the rainy gloom of July nights on the thundering chariot of clouds he comes,
comes, ever comes.
In sorrow after sorrow it is his steps that press upon my heart, and it is the
golden touch of his feet that makes my joy to shine.