O living will that shalt endure
⁠When all that seems shall suffer shock,
⁠Rise in the spiritual rock,
Flow thro’ our deeds and make them pure.

That we may lift from out the dust
⁠A voice as unto him that hears,
⁠A cry above the conquer'd years
To one that with us works, and trust

With faith that comes of self-control
⁠The truths that never can be proved
⁠Until we close with all we loved,
And all we flow from, soul in soul.