Edward Elgar - Aspiration, Op. 27, No. 4 - текст песни (слова)

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.