O thou, by whom we come to God, The Life, the Truth, the Way, The path of prayer Thyself hast trod- Lord teach us how to pray.
'Tis human actions paint the chart of time.
The Dove, on silver pinions, winged her peaceful way.
Blue thou art, intensely blue; Flower, whence came thy dazzling hue?
Fairest and best adorned is she Whose clothing is humility.
Prayer is the soul's sincere desire.
