Classic Poem

O Fount of Being's sea,
Forever flowing free,
The One in all,—
Thou whom no eye e'er saw,
Indwelling Love and Law,
To thee we suppliant draw,
On thee we call.

Be consecrate to truth,
In manhood as in youth,
Our growing powers;
That we may read thy thought
Nature and Life inwrought,
Thy perfect will be taught,
And make it ours!

Thine image may we own
In Man, creation's crown,
These temples thine:
Holy our calling be,
From bonds of pain to free,
And bring the liberty
Of life divine!

Thy presence still abide
Within these walls to guide,
Inspire and bless;
Thou who art strong to heal,
The Christ-like touch reveal,
And in each spirit seal
Thy tenderness!