O God, in whom we live and move,
Thy love is law, Thy law is love;
Thy present Spirit waits to fill
The soul which comes to do Thy will.
Unto thy childrenís spirits
Thy love, beyond the powers of speech;
And make them know, with joyful awe,
The encircling presence of Thy law.
Its patient working doth fulfill
Manís hope, and Godís all-perfect will,
Nor suffers one true word or thought,
Or deed of love, to come to naught.
Such faith, O God, our spirits fill,
That we may work in patience still.
Who works for justice, works for Thee;
Who works in love, Thy child shall be.