Roll Out, O Song, to God!

Roll out

O song to God!

Move on

ye throngs of men!

Chances and chang­es come and go;

God chang­eth not! Amen.

And on the throngs of men

On wor­rying care and strife

Sinks down

as if from an­gel tongues

The word of hope and life.

Down in the dark­some ways

And wor­rying whirl of life

Sinks

like a strain of ves­per song

The thought of His great strife;

Who

of the vir­gin born

Made all our chains His own

And broke them with His own right arm

Nor left us more alone.

Amid the weak

One strong

Amid the false

One true

Amid all change

One chang­ing not

One hope we ne’er shall rue.

In whose sight all is now

In whose love all is best:

The things of this world pass away

Come

let us in Him rest.