O Lord! through Thee we own

A new and heavenly birth,

Kindred to spirits round Thy throne,

Though sojourners of earth.

How glorious is the hour,

When first our souls awake,

Through Thy mysterious spirit’s power,

And of new life partake.

With richer beauty glows

The world, before so fair;

Her holy light religion throws,

Reflected everywhere.

The life which Thou hast given,

O Lord! shall never end;

The grave is but the path to heaven,

And death is now our friend.