Where there is the friend I seek everywhere?
　　Dawn is the time of loneliness and care.
　　When twilight comes I am still yearning
　　Though my heart is burning, burning.
　　I see His trace of glory and power,
　　In an ear of grain and the fragrance of a flowers,
　　In every sign and breath of air.
　　His love is there.
　　His voice whispers in the summer breeze.