O Life That Makest All Things New

O Life that mak­est all things new

The bloom­ing earth

the thoughts of men

Our pil­grim feet

wet with Thy dew

In glad­ness hi­ther turn again.

From hand to hand the greet­ing flows

From eye to eye the sig­nals run

From heart to heart the bright hope glows

The seek­ers of the Light are one.

One in the free­dom of the truth

One in the joys of paths un­trod

One in the soul’s pe­ren­ni­al youth

One in the larg­er thought of God.

The freer step

the full­er breath

The wide ho­ri­zon’s grand­er view

The sense of life that knows no death

The Life that mak­eth all things new!