Father of Life Divine,
Grant us the power sublime,
To bless our race;
Let Wisdom from on high
Cheer every drooping eye,
And comfort every sigh
With God's rich grace.
Truth comes alike to all,
Who on her name dare call,
With motives pure;
Then let us all unite,
With Freedom's star in sight,
Press onward in the right,
Which shall endure.
Come, all-pervading Love,
Blest heart of Heaven above,
Oh Spirit blest!
Life, Truth, and Good shall be
Our glorious Trinity,
And each rapt soul shall see
Eternal rest.
As ships meet at sea,—a moment together, when words of greeting must be spoken, and then away upon the deep,—so men meet in this world; and I think we should cross no man's path without hailing him, and, if he needs, giving him supplies.
