[Written for the Sentinel]


Our Father-Mother, Love divine,
Grant us Thy peace, Thy joy impart,
That we may worship Thee aright
With purified and grateful heart.

Within Thy presence now we dwell,
Thy love is here, the only power,
Our hearts receptive to the truth.
Oh, fill our thoughts this gracious hour!

Give us in realization clear,
The meaning of our presence here:
That service means our daily deeds,
That Church is more than stone or creeds.

Our church is built on Truth and Love;
It lives to heal, it heals to bless.
Joint-heirs with Christ have one intent,
One goal, one Mind omnipotent.

In love to God and love to man,
We find our union, Lord, with Thee,
A union sweet, blest heritage,
Rich promise of eternity.

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