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.