O Hear the Voice

Soon shall we hear the interweave of sound

Unheard before and melodies of light

To chase the darkness from the hallowed ground

Relieve the earth oppressed by death and night.

For music from the higher planes come down

Shall waken in the heart forgotten song

And when the spectral presences have flown

Peace will descend for which our spirits long,

And love shall sing from this our human choir

In hearts desirous of the grace supreme

As golden chords struck on a golden lyre

Flowing as a clear untroubled stream.

O hear the voice that sings through leaf and flower

And in the waves that yearn towards the shore

Upon the peaks we call that might and power

To beauty and to truth the earth restore.