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Enduring Soul of all our life,
In whom all beings blend;
Unchanging peace mid storm and strife
Our parent, home, and end:
Through thee the worlds with all they bear
Their mighty courses run;
Through thee the heavens are passing fair,
And splendour clothes the sun.
Where'er the living soul looks out
From eyes of beast or bird,
Or tendril yearns in time of drought,
Or forest leaf is stirred;
Thy Spirit breathes, thy way is seen,
O fount of living force,
Who art and hast for ever been,
The world s eternal source.
No noble work was e'er begun
Which came not first from heaven;
No loving deed was ever done
Without thine impulse given.
O fill me now, thou living power,
With energy divine;
Thus shall my will from hour to hour
And day by day be thine.