I
Oh barren field, oh field of arid slumber
Fate has deferred her promised strength;
The dawn has spent its vaunted power
And age now marks each hasty hour
II
But Grace has held its tender course
Through the noise and the quiet shores
And then from heaven, softly and true
Came rain, and Flower and a life made new
III
And in the midst of the lively fray
Divine intent came into view
And now, in splendor, new worlds appear
Joyous, more glorious, and fair
IV
And all the days of loss and longing
Were the misty breath of a past, afar
For kindred souls have found their centre
At home, at last, in God’s due order
V
And from sun to sun, the day’s unchanging
The moon shall hold no nightly phase
So perils swell, with threats to scare
But Mercy’s path finds no rivals here
VI
And when the droughts shall have dared to come
Raising dust and fostering fear
Field and Flower shall sing their song
With grateful voices, loud and long