Thou Lord of light, across the years
Thy shin­ing path of love we see;
Bright glows amid our joys and fears
The ar­dor of our faith in Thee.

We thank Thee for these years of pow­er,
For stal­wart souls, for gen­tle life,
For men trans­formed to meet the hour
Of blast­ing wrong, of surg­ing strife.

For men who gird the world with flame,
Who count for Thee all things but loss,
Who chal­lenge na­tions in Thy name
To hear the sto­ry of Thy cross.

Yet, beat­ing thro’ our gra­ti­tude,
We feel the pulse of com­ing days;
Thy truth must stand where it has stood;
New dark­ness waits its death­less rays.

High cour­age grant, the out­look broad,
The strength of joy, the zest for right,
The faith that burns, the sense of God,
Thy fel­low­ship, Thou Lord of light.