Now sweeping down the years untold,
The day of truth is breaking;
And sweet and fair the leaves unfold,
Of love’s immortal waking.
For flower and fruitage now are seen,
Where blight and mildew rested:
The Christ today to us has been
By word and deed attested.
His living presence we have felt,
The Word made flesh among us:
And hearts of stone before Him melt,
His peace is brooding o’er us.