Our souls are fathered by Thine own,
And high as is Thy holy throne,
So high we mount from sin and strife.
We live Thy life, and love Thy love;
The tendrils of our souls entwine,
Entwines and draws us all above,
Our fellow men, as love divine.
We think and live and love and grow
Like Thee, in ever-bright’ning ways;
We are God-kind, and all our days