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  1. Borne on eagle’s wings
    Across the surging sea of ​​time,
    Borne on eagle’s wings
    Into eternity.
    Over mountains and valleys and dales,
    Ever higher to heavenly heights.
    Strong are the wings that bear me,
    The wings upon which I stand.

    And beneath those very wings,
    How wondrously I rest!
    There lies my place of refuge,
    My steadfast and secure home.
    The enemy may circle above,
    Taking aim and watching as he will.
    Strong are the wings that shield me,
    And beneath the wings, all is still.

    Yes, sheltered beneath the wings
    And guarded upon the wings:
    This brings a blessed rest,
    This makes for a joyful journey.
    This grants a sure confidence
    Amidst the changing pilgrim path;
    For beneath the wings is peace,
    And upon the wings is strength.

    Text: Anni von Viebahn (1884–1931)

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