Danish Lyrics: Christian Ostergaard.
English Lyrics: J. A. Aaherg.
That cause can neither be lost nor stayed
Which follows the course of what God has made;
And is not trusting of walls and towers,
But slowly growing from seeds to flowers.
Each noble service that men have wrought
Was first conceived as a fruitful thought;
Each worthy cause with a future glorious
By quietly growing becomes victorious.
Thereby itself like a tree it shows;
That high it reaches as deep it grows,
And when the storms are its branches shaking,
It deeper root in the soil is taking.
Be then no more by a storm dismayed,
For by it the full-grown seeds are laid;
And though the tree by its might it shatters,
What then if thousands of seeds it scatters.