O Kingly Love…continued

O seeking Love, thy hurrying feet
go searching still to urge and call
the bad and good on ev’ry street
to fill thy boundless banquet hall.

This day we raise our song of praise,
adoring thee,
that in the days when alien sound had all but
drowned thine ancient, true and constant
melody,
Thy mighty hand did make a trumpet none
could silence or mistake;
thy living breath did blow for all the world to
hear, living and clear*

(To be Continued)
*Text: Martin H. Franzman, 1907-76
*Tune: Richard Hillert