Our hungry souls, O Father! lead
From barren fields to dewy mead,
From earthly husks lead up to where
The heavenly bounties they may share.
Revive their sluggish powers, Lord,
With truth's reanimating word,
Until they lift their drooping wings,
And soar away where Gabriel sings,--
Away from life's depressing care,
From sorrow's midnight of despair;
Away from torturing ills and pains,
Away from all life's galling chains,--
To bathe in crystal streams above,
To breathe an atmosphere of love,
To gaze with unabating sight
On heaven's celestial glories bright.
