1. An off'ring at the shrine of power, Our hands shall never bring; A garland on the car of pomp, Our hands shall never fling; 2. Praise to the good, the pure, the great, Who made us what we are; Who lit the flame which yet shall glow With radience brighter far! 18 Applauding in the conqueror's path Our sounding voices ne'er shall be; Glory to them o'er all the earth, And glo-ry in all ages be, But we have hearts to honor those Who bade the world go free! heart is full, and I must sing, The sky is blue, and bee tle chirps, the lamb - kins spring; On great and small, and bird that spreads his air y wing, And I who sit on great the Lord who made it so! And here, and far as pleas-ures sweet, my thanks em-ploy, To him who fills the heaven! It still - eth the turmoil of all earth - ly not swing-ing, the wheel doth not. hopeful! Amen! said the Father; it grew strong and Father! He wa- ters from heav en the weak thirst-y scatter, Will spring up like good seed in beau ti ful 1. The light pours down from heaven, And en-ters where it may; D. C. So let the mind's true sun-shine Be spread o'er earth as free, 2. The soul can shed a glo ry On ev'ry work well done; D. C. Then let each hu-man spirit En-joy the vis-ion bright; 96 58 Fine. The eyes of all earth's children Are cheered with one bright day. The truth which comes from heaven Shall spread like heav'n's own light. The morning, the shining, the beau ti ful morn - ing earth a-wakens, the sky The glad and the o cean, |