All hail the wondrous gift of Love,
The Home of Peace, which, like the dove,
Descends upon the gathered throng,
And gratitude is voiced in song.
Here Truth will touch the waiting thought,
And care and sorrow come to naught,
For God is all and Love is here,
And this is Heaven's own atmosphere.
This House of God doth manifest
Christ's Mother-love, and earth is blest;
Here Love impartial doth bestow
Her favors on the high and low.
