The hunter stood beside me
Who blew that mighty horn
I saw that he was hunting
The gentle unicorn --
But the unicorn is noble,
He knows his gentle birth
He knows that God has chosen him,
Above all beasts of earth.

The unicorn is noble;
He keeps him safe and high,
Upon a narrow path and steep,
Climbing to the sky,
And there no man can take him,
He scorns the hunter's dart
And only a virgin's mighy power
Shall tame his haughty heart.

What would be now the state of us,
But for this unicorn?
And what would be the fate of us,
Poor sinners, lost, forlorn?
Oh, may He lead us on and up,
Unworthy though we be,
Into His Father's kingdom,
To dwell eternally!