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.
