When I consider the hour that will come
In which my spirit will be one with God,
It is then that my joy will be complete;
It is then that I will see the whole creation.
All of its secrets will be revealed to me
And my knowledge will be prefect:
The galaxies will be at arm's distance,
I will touch the stars with my bare hands;
The beauty of every flower, mountain and valley
No longer will be a secret,
And every creature will reveal to me
The immense, awe-inspiring world
Created by God's loving hand.
And as I stroll on the bottom of the oceans,
Ride a comet through a million stars,
Or watch a flower grow,
I will look in the eyes of other angels
To meet in them the same beatitude
In which my spirit rejoices.