With wings of steel o’er the ocean
Sailing straight on, I go.
A single line of motion
Is all I am or know.

Mind is the engine inside me,
Lifts me lightly afar;
Graced of the aim that guides me—
O Man, I know what you are.

Though day has fallen behind me
I’ll raise it again, ahead.
I take on the night coming to me
With never a tremor of dread.

With wings of steel o’er the cliffheads
Sailing straight on I go.
A single line of motion
Is all I am or know.

I see the bright stars—they are nothing!
Inside me are two brighter, far.
They see what will be in the future,
And nothing, oh nothing will bar!

Dark boulders of mist are now shifting;
Some violence here there may be;
But their roughness shall buffet vainly
This calm pure spirit in me.

I climb the wild breast of the tempest;
I soar through its madness and roar.
The power of joy is inside me;
O Pilot, I know what you are.

With wings of steel o’er the mountains
Sailing straight on, I go.
A single line of motion
Is all I am or know.

I see the low dawn, it is breaking;
My wings it is rushing to see.
But Man is the sun in me LEADING,
And I am the triumph of He!