From forest soil and Chautauquan days.
CHORUS.
Sing, O sing! for the Word shall spring
From seed to scion, from bud to bloom,
Since life immortal the Lord did bring
From the Seed that fell in an open tomb!
2 Join in a hymn of hope, O friends,
The Lord is coming his own to bless,
And tried and true is the band he sends
To open a way in the wilderness.