O Life that mak­est 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 joys 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!