O Life that maketh all things new
The blooming earth, the thoughts of men!
Our pilgrim feet, wet with Thy dew,
In gladness hither turn again.
From hand to hand the greeting flows,
From eye to eye the signals run,
From heart to heart the bright hope glows;
The seekers of the Light are one.
One in the freedom of the truth,
One in the joy of paths untrod,
One in the soul’s perennial youth,
One in the larger thought of God;
The freer step, the fuller breath,
The wide horizon’s grander view,
The sense of life that knows no death
The Life that maketh all things new.