Our God is whatever we love the best,
The thing enthroned within our breast,
Be it good or evil, love or hate,
Be it pleasure or power or rich estate,
In our temple of thought, from the world apart.
We burn our incense and offer our prayers,
And daily our outward life declares
What is supreme within our heart.
If Good is our God, our constant prayer
Will be to reflect Him everywhere;
To be pure in heart, in word, and deed,
And do good to all men, will be our creed;
We shall dwell in safety, confident.
Fearless of danger to life or limb,
For what fear of evil can come to him
Whose God is Good, omnipotent?
If Love is our God our heart will glow
With unselfish affection for friend and foe:
With love as the motive of thought and word
No unkind judgments would e'er be heard.
O happy the man whose ceaseless prayer
Is to give and to find love everywhere,
Whose wishes, aims, and impulses move
At one with God, and that God, Love!
