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| WE worship the Spirit that walks unseen | |
| Through our land of ice and snow; | |
| We know not His face, we know not His place, | |
| But His presence and power we know. | |
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| Does the buffalo need the pale-face’s word | 5 |
| To find his pathway far? | |
| What guide has he to the hidden ford, | |
| Or where the green pastures are? | |
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| Who teacheth the moose that the hunter’s gun | |
| Is peering out of the shade? | 10 |
| Who teacheth the doe and the fawn to run | |
| In the track the moose has made? | |
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| Him do we follow, Him do we fear— | |
| Spirit of earth and sky; | |
| Who hears with the Wapiti’s eager ear | 15 |
| His poor red children’s cry. | |
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| Whose whisper we note in every breeze | |
| That stirs the birch canoe; | |
| Who hangs the reindeer moss on the trees | |
| For the food of the caribou. | 20 |
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| That Spirit we worship who walks, unseen, | |
| Through our land of ice and snow; | |
| We know not His face, we know not His place, | |
| But His presence and power we know. | |
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