Mosier's spirit searches through the mist of the evening,
through the night times of gloom; through the morning in
its rising; through the brightness of noon. And I know
wherever I be, as his spirit searches through the
shadows, that he sees me.

Through the rivers and the oceans, through the starry plains
of time; through the hosts of the living, Mosier
searches men's minds. And I know that wherever I be, as
his spirit searches through the shadows, that he sees
me.

Through the heavens and its hosts, through the nations that
war; blending the minds of the whole creation, he comes
seeking on this living shore. And I know wherever I be,
as his spirit searches through the shadows, that he sees
me.