Yesterday in the meadow
A lark did sweetly sing.
Today, though veiled in shadow,
My heart does freely bring
To Love's o'erflowing storehouse
Its tithes of joy and peace,
For in the Father's dwelling
There's naught but sure release.
We seek Thee, Father-Mother,
When storms of sense seem long,
For in Thy habitation
Thy children sing Thy song—
A song of joy and gladness,
Which wrong can ne'er suppress;
And thus shall sin and sadness
Remove, when Thou dost bless.
And so through all the ages,
Till time no more shall bind,
Illumined are the pages
When Thee alone we find.
How blest is Thy creation,
Forever full and free,
Reflecting Thy dominion
In stainless purity.
