Edward Elgar
Aspiration
Over the heights the snow lies deep
Sunk is the land in peaceful sleep;
Here by the house of God we pray
Lead, Lord, our souls to-day

Shielding, like the silent snow
Fall his mercies here below

Calmly then, like the snow-bound land
Rest we in his protecting hand;
Bowing, we wait his mighty will:
Lead, Lord, and guide us still