Life of ages, rich­ly poured,
Love of God, un­spent and free,
Flowing in the pro­phet’s word,
And the peo­ple’s li­ber­ty.

Never was to chos­en race
That un­stint­ed tide con­fined
Thine is ev­ery time and place,
Fountain sweet of heart and mind.

Breathing in the think­er’s creed,
Pulsing in the he­ro’s blood,
Nerving nob­lest thought and deed,
Freshening time with truth and good.

Consecrating art and song,
Holy book and pil­grim way,
Quelling strife and ty­rant wrong,
Widening free­dom’s sac­red sway.