God and sacred tide,

Bye.

I'll visit home.

The third aisle there.

Behold thee glide the

Bye.

Oh Jordan, Jordan

Shall we no more be

Behold thee ignite the third star.

the third.

Shall not thy hills reason with thee?

thy hills resound

Amen.

God and sacred tide

Wee!

I miss the Lord

Prüfe, dein Wesenung,

the

The Jordan Joy.

No.

We hold thee, Clyde, a fertile bed.