Life, Truth, and Love, Thy endless Light,
"What are ages in Thy sight?"
Centuries do not come and go,
Older, man can never grow;
Shines he in Thy radiant sphere,
Crowned with Thy Immortal year.
Love, the minutes of Thy Day,
Each a radiant endless ray;
Young as Life, and old as Truth,
Thine the wisdom-crowned youth.
We, obedient to Thy time
Sing the joyous century thine,
We can find no time apart
From the throbbing of Thy heart,
Thou our only Life canst be,
Through Love's endless century.
1901.
Centuries do not come and go,
All Thy children this must know;
This will lift the weight of years,
This will dry their useless tears,—
Folded in Thy loving heart,
Whence they never can depart,
Nor can see a dying year,
For Love alone is ever here.
Even now, as old as Thou,
In thy ever-present now,
