A hymn to God, who, strong yet meek,
unfurls the stars, enfolds the weak;
who asks our best, but loved us first,
and loves us still, despite our worst.

A hymn to Christ, whose worker's hand
carved life from death, forged rock from sand;
from whose full heart rich mercies flow,
each gift received, a gift we ow

A hymn to church, our waking place
to early calls and signs of grace,
where soaring hearts learn thoughtful ways,
and searching minds are led to praise.

A hymn to love, a song to life
a fam'ly's care in peace and strife.
No sweeter gift, save God alone,
than those whom life has named our own.

A hymn to friends, life's long surprise
of opened doors and widened eyes.
'Round laughing fires of wit and art,
we dance a while, then weep to part.

The Spirit's hymn, God's song between
what mortals chant, what angels sing;
it lifts our hearts in common bond
with saints still here and saints beyond.

Let thankful souls, then, go in peace,
run swiftly to a higher feast;
God's joy for wine, God's light for bread;
feast long our hearts at table spread!