The hope of all earnest souls must be realized.
For still the new transcends the old In signs and tokens manifold; Slaves rise up men; the olive waves, With roots deep set in battle graves!
A true life is at once interpreter and proof of the gospel.
Low stir of leaves and dip of oars And lapsing waves on quiet shores.
Falsehoods which we spurn today, were the truths of long ago.
Leaning on Him, make with reverent meekness His own thy will.