On a silent wind, I leave this cage |
| Boundless The depth of ether’s grand display A span to which reason defies, Celestial lights do pave the way Amazing Grace – in heaven lies. Lowly hearts shall yearn Him well To rise above a broken state, Delivers us from schemes of hell Shun the cast of Satan’s fate. The dust in which my soul resides Shall wither in the winds of change, In boundless flight my spirit glides To worship Him on yonder range. |