I say to thee, Do thou repeat
To the first man thou mayest meet
In lane, highway, or open street,
That he and we and all men move
Under a canopy of love
As broad as the blue sky above;
That doubt and trouble, fear and pain
And anguish, all are shadows vain,
That death itself shall not remain;
That weary deserts we may tread,
A dreary labyrinth may thread,
Through dark ways underground be led;
Yet if we will our Guide obey,
The dreariest path, the darkest way,
Shall issue out in heavenly day;
And we, on divers shores now cast.
Shall meet, our perilous voyage past,
All in our Father's house at last.
