Where men gave life for man. On hallowed strands
Beauty conceals the countenance of death.
In love let us keep faith. Ours are the hands
To give the loaves and fishes and to ring
The Temple bells; our feet to walk the sea
All unafraid; our voice in ruth return
The prodigal to Him of Galilee.
Ours be the task to light the moving Star
Till man beholding, cries, "My Lord, You Are!"
