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And hence a fair dream goes before our gaze,

And lifts the skirts of the hereafter days,

And sees afar, as dreams alone can see,

The splendid marvel of the years to be.

Father, All-Bountiful, humbly we bend to Thee;

Heads are uncovered in sight of Thy face.

Here, in the flow of the psalms that ascend to Thee,

Teach us to live for the light of Thy grace.

Here, in the pause of the anthems of praise to Thee,

Master and Maker—pre-eminent Friend—

Teach us to look to Thee—give all our days to Thee,

Now and for evermore, world without end!

by the psalm of hill and stream,

By hymns august with their majestic theme,

Here in the evening of exalted days

To Thee, our Friend, we bow with breath of praise.

The great, sublime hosannas of the sea

Ascend on wings of mighty winds to Thee,

And mingled with their stately words are tones

Of human love, O Lord of all the zones!

Ah! at the close of many splendid hours,

While falls Thy gracious light in radiant showers,

We seek Thy face, we praise Thee, bless Thee, sing

This song of reverence, Master, Maker, King!

To Thee, from whom all shining blessings flow,

All gifts of lustre, all the joys we know,

To Thee, O Father, in this lordly space,

The great world turns with worship in its face.