In every change to Thee aspiring still.

Although from darkness born, to darkness fled,

We know that light beyond surrounds the whole;

The man survives, though the weird corpse be dead,

And He who dooms the flesh, redeems the soul.

John Sterling.

Lord! we sit and cry to Thee,

Like the blind beside the way:

Make our darkened souls to see

The glory of Thy perfect day!