God’s voice wafting from high.
Twilight at hand, can’t deny.
Epoch near, no where to run ,
God’s voice wafting from high.
It is finished, body will die,
Must not despair or question why,
“Trials are over, Well done My son,”
God’s voice wafting from high.
“I love you, that you can rely,
Nothing to dread - worry none.”
God’s voice wafting from high.