So wise the prophets were. Through countless years
The spiritual power of prophecy appears.
God's majesty revealed in myriad ways
Made of their work a constant paean of praise.
Habakkuk saw that neither fruit nor flowers,
Nor labor long, nor crops, nor flocks, nor powers
Essential were to joy. Life was not found
In any fleeting product of the ground.
Love that is free of fear puts all its trust in Him,
In patience waits, nor heeds the shadows grim,
For in Truth's clear, revealing light is seen
Man's selfless selfhood, purified and clean
Of human striving. One need alone
Leads to high places and salvation's throne.
Rejoice in Him! O joyous tidings borne
On wings of fleetness swifter than the morn,
Or feet as strong and sure as those of hind.
In these high mountain fastnesses we find
Life, Truth, and Love in action, Mind supreme,
Death, sin, and sickness but a mortal dream
That, vanished, never more can stay
Man's progress into God's eternal day.
Sing, sons of men. Sing, angels from above;
Rejoice forevermore. Rejoice in Love.
