Like cleansing waters touched with heavenly grace
Thy mountain-consecrated words are shed,
Lifting our souls to light unshadowèd,
Guiding our footsteps in the holy trace
Of Him who yet shall make the hills a way—
Exalted paths trod by the clean of heart,
Shrines for the holy-minded set apart
Wherein profaner feet unheeding stray.
All nature wins true loving from thy song—
Fair not alone with her e’er-changing grace,