Enter the night with a burning torch,
Darkness is none to measure,
Upon whom lightbeams are focused,
Comes this new hope,
About which all depends.
Time is running fast but we all
In corruption lagged.
Out of darkness we shall go,
Not a drop of ink to bring.

For our future depends
In what the present brings.
Rent all the mustard trees.
Seed we plant and nurture today,
Tomorrow we shall reap.