O Lord of life, and love, and pow­er,
How joy­ful life might be,
If in Thy ser­vice ev­ery hour
We lived and moved with Thee;
If youth in all its bloom and might
By Thee were sanc­ti­fied,
And man­hood found its chief de­light
In work­ing at Thy side!

’Tis ne’er too late, while life shall last,
A new life to be­gin;
’Tis ne’er too late to leave the past,
And break with self and sin;
And we this day, both old and young,
Would ear­nest­ly aspire
For hearts to nob­ler pur­pose strung,
And pu­ri­fied de­sire.

Nor for our­selves alone we plead,
But for all faith­ful souls
Who serve Thy cause by word or deed,
Whose names Thy book en­rolls:
O speed Thy work, vic­to­ri­ous King,
And give Thy work­ers might,
That thro’ the world Thy truth may ring,
And all men see Thy light.