Lord Jesus, Thou hast swept our souls With living touches o'er,
Till all our being now responds
To praise Thee and adore. Life, flowing with resistless force
Through all our mortal frame, Springs up to Thee, exhaustless Source,
From whence the life-stream came. And when the music of Thy love
Breaks forth in fount-like strain, Our souls leap up, as leaps the hart
O'er mountain and o'er plain, Till every chord and every string
Vibrates within our souls, And, like a river's onward sweep,
The voiceless anthem rolls. And thus 'twill be, till we ascend
To where the heart of God Shall strike in deepest melodies
The eternal, ceaseless chord. M. B. B.