Awake, O Lord, As In The Time Of Old!
Come Down, O Spirit, In Thy Power And Might!
For Lack Of Thee Our Hearts Are Strangely Cold,
Our Minds But Blindly Grope Toward The Light.

Doubts Are Abroad: Make Thou These Doubts To Cease!
Fears Are Within: Set Thou These Fears At Rest!
Strife Is Among Us: Melt That Strife To Peace!
Change Marches Onward: May All Change Be Blest!

It Is Not Knowledge That We Chiefly Need,
Though Knowledge Sanctified By Thee Is Dear:
It Is The Will And Power To Love Indeed;
It Is The Constant Thought That God Is Near.

Make Us To Be What We Profess To Be;
Let Prayer Be Prayer, And Praise Be Heartfelt Praise;
From Unreality, O Set Us Free,
And Let Our Words Be Echoed By Our Ways.

Turn Us, Good Lord, And So Shall We Be Turned:
Let Every Passion Grieving Thee Be Stilled:
Then Shall Our Race Be Won, Our Guerdons Earned,
Our Master Looked On, And Our Joy Fulfilled.