From Heart to Heart
1. From heart to heart, from creed to creed The hidden river runs;
2. The stream of faith, whose source is God, Whose sound, the sound of prayer,
It quickens all the ages down, It binds the sires to sons.
Whose meadows are the holy lives Upspringing everywhere.
3. And still it moves, a broadening flood,
And fresher, fuller grows
A sense as if the sea were near,
Towards which the river flows.
4. O thou who art the secret source
That riseth in each soul,
Thou art the ocean, too, and thine,
That ever deepening roll!
2. The stream of faith, whose source is God, Whose sound, the sound of prayer,
It quickens all the ages down, It binds the sires to sons.
Whose meadows are the holy lives Upspringing everywhere.
3. And still it moves, a broadening flood,
And fresher, fuller grows
A sense as if the sea were near,
Towards which the river flows.
4. O thou who art the secret source
That riseth in each soul,
Thou art the ocean, too, and thine,
That ever deepening roll!
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