All lustred with its halo bright
That picture still appears;
Unfading in its glorious light,
Unscathed by lapse of years.
Oh Day of days! we welcome thee;
Bright beam on history's page!
Thou font of youthful hope and glee;
Halt in our pilgrimage.
Those wreaths of red, and green and white,
Which round our altars cling,
Denote, where faith is moved by sight,
His offering, Whom we sing.
The red, the atoning sacrifice;
The white, our souls made clean;
Whilst life unending in the skies
Is typed by evergreen.
Blest beacon o'er our path below!
Thy story, may't extend;
Till in thy pure and perfect glow,
A heaven and earth shall blend.