I know not, O my God
What the Fire is which Thou didst kindle in Thy land
Earth can never cloud its splendor
Nor water quench its flame
I know not, O my God
What the Fire is which Thou didst kindle in Thy land
Earth can never cloud its splendor
Nor water quench its flame
All the peoples of the world are powerless
To resist its force
To resist its force
Great is the blessedness
Of him that hath drawn nigh unto it
And heard its roaring
Its roaring
I know not, O my God
What the Fire is which Thou didst kindle in Thy land
Earth can never cloud its splendor
Nor water quench its flame
I know not, O my God
What the Fire is which Thou didst kindle in Thy land
Earth can never cloud its splendor
Nor water quench its flame
All the peoples of the world are powerless
To resist its force
To resist its force
Great is the blessedness
Of him that hath drawn nigh unto it
And heard its roaring
Its roaring
Its roaring (my God)
Its roaring (my God)
Its roaring (my God)
Its roaring (my God)
Its roaring
Its roaring