[Illustration: Music]
1 The winds are whisp’ring to the trees,
The hill-tops catch the strain,
The forest lifts her leafy gates
To greet God’s host again.
Upon our unseen banner flames
The mystic two-edged sword,
We hold its legend in our hearts—
“The Spirit and the Word.”
CHORUS.
God bless the hearts that beat as one,
Tho’ continents apart!
We greet you, brothers, face to face,
We meet you heart to heart.
2 We wait the touch of holy fire
Upon our untaught lips;
The “open vision” of the saints,
The new apocalypse;
We wait—the children of a King—
We wait, in Jesus’ name,
Beside these altars, till our hearts
Shall catch the sacred flame.—_Chorus._
Copyright, 1875, by J. H. Vincent.