Thy planning and thy love go on,
Nor dost thou leave me far behind;
I’m carried to another dawn.
The new day breaks. From earth’s old mold
Fresh flowers grow along my way.
New light is flashed on problems old;
On ancient life new forces play.
O wondrous, wakeful Warden! When
The last great nightfall comes to me,
From that deep slumber rouse me then,