Lord, through changing days, unchanging Thou the Light our fathers knew Through our widening ways, far ranging Let Thy splendor claim us, too Go beside us, lead and guide us To whatever things are true Be the path through vale, up mountain Through the cloud, or through the blue By smooth field and silver fountain Or parched desert struggled through Hold before us, kindle o'er us Whatsoever things are true Past all Sham of small succeeding Sordid gains that call and woo Lift us by the mighty leading Fit for Thine aspiring few Hold us serving, all unswerving Whatsoever things are true