He keeps him safe and high
Upon a narrow path and steep
Climbing to the sky;
And there no man can take him;
He scorns the hunter’s dart
And only a virgin’s magic power
Shall tame his haughty heart.
What would be now the state of us
But for this unicorn
And what would be the fate of us.
Poor sinners, lost, forlorn?
Oh may He lead us on and up.
Unworthy though we be.
Into His Father’s kingdom
To dwell eternally.