Upon the Gos­pel’s sac­red page
The ga­thered beams of ag­es shine;
And, as it hast­ens, ev­ery age
But makes its brigh­tness more di­vine.

On migh­ti­er wing, in lof­ti­er flight,
From year to year doth know­ledge soar;
And as it soars, the Gos­pel light
Adds to its in­flu­ence more and more.

Truth, strength­ened by the strength of thought,
Pours in­ex­haus­ti­ble sup­plies,
While sag­est teach­ers may be taught,
And wis­dom’s self be­come more wise.

More glo­ri­ous still, as cen­tu­ries roll,
New re­gions blessed, new pow­ers un­furled,
Expanding with the ex­pand­ing soul,
Its wa­ters shall o’er­flow the world.

Flow to re­store—but not de­stroy;
As when the cloud­less lamp of day
Pours out its floods of light and joy,
And sweeps each lin­ger­ing mist away.