These hills have stood since time began, since east to west the sun first ran; but more secure and firmer still is God's unchanging, gracious will to cherish all that love has made and bring back home each loved one strayed. These streams, cascading high and low, give life wherever their waters flow; but, with its power to free from strife, more precious is that gift of life which from the font is freely poured on all accepting Christ as Lord. These farms, these fields where cattle graze call forth our harvest hymns of praise; but finer, fuller, richer yet is God's great feast before us set, at which Christ bids each welcome guest, on him to feed, in him to rest. Our homes, in times of joy and grief, are proven wellsprings of belief; more ample and more blessed yet the faith which grows as God is met within this hallowed house of prayer where we find grace and love to spare. That grace, that love we're called to share throughout our towns so old, so fair; we claim the hope before us set: God's kingdom's in the making yet; and, through our life in Christ made one, we'll serve him till our course is run.