Who found a borne from peril free

In God’s own house, and nestled near His altar,

Making it ring with melody.

That temple stands no more,

But Nature standeth still; God’s holy presence

Abideth with us, and the offering

Of thankful joy to Him whose perfect essence

Is perfect love, our glowing lips may bring,

Till this brief life is o’er;

And in a brighter, better,