To view the pattern of the land
You rise in solitude.
Up there I know you feel the hand
Of Soul's infinitude.
When grounded by earth's mist we stand,
Thronged by earth's multitude,
Oh, may we soar at Thy command
On wings of gratitude.
Our mission of reconnaissance
Is o'er the land of Love,
To recognize beneficence,
Seen clearly from above.
Teach us so steadfastly to rise
That heaven lies before our eyes.
