R-each the hand of God,
I-n the path that you tread on;
C-ome into His loving arms, midst the bleak horizon.
A-pril twenty-fourth Monday,
R-each the hand of God;
C-all upon His holy name,
E-ither during drought or by flood.
N-either eye will turn blind,
A-fter the shedding of Christ's blood;
L-et your wings spread and soar, reach the hand of God.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem