Father of light, enthroned on high,
Thine is an ever-watchful care
O'er all who dwell beneath the sky,
And thine an ear that heareth prayer.

To thee we here with willing hand,
And cheerful hearts allied as one,
A temple rear to bless our land,
And reverent lay the corner-stone.

'Tis here that we our vows will pay
As fleeting roll our earthly years;
And, led by faith that points the way,
Ne'er yield our hopes to doubting fears.

'Tis here that we will speak thy love,
And sing thy praise in sacred song,
Invoke the spirit of the dove,
And still in faith and hope grow strong.

And here to thee our hearts still give,
And wait until from earth and strife
Thy voice shall bid us rise and live,
Heirs of a purer, better life.