_When each home is a temple,
Its every room a shrine,
Its hearth a sacred altar
Inscribed to things divine;
When each eye in the circle
Reflects that altar flame,
Each mealtime sacramental
Unto the Wondrous Name;
When each morn is a prayer-time
Each evening hour is blessed
With all the grace of kindness
And all the peace of rest;
When each task is a service,
Each word a psalm of praise,
The world will swing in sunshine
Through all the golden days_.