Lord, I believe
That thou hast made the earth, the sky, the sea,
And all the members of immensity,
The rose that blooms beside the traveled way;
That thou didst weave
The fabric of the dawn and close of day.
Lord, I believe
That thou hast fashioned me to be thine own,
Hast made my human heart to be thy throne,
Hast made this voice of mine that it should sing
From morn till eve,
These hands the precious gift of love to bring.
Lord, I believe
That yonder, past the valley’s shaded rim,
The lifting crest that seems so cold and dim
Is but the outlines of another shore
That doth receive
The loved and lost of earth forevermore.