Abstruse with principles to wade,
Through all this hardened deep,
It feels too much for finite man,
Perhaps he should make peace,
And so he search for this one thing,
Alone this final piece,
A mystery to love and hope,
To make the storming cease,

For all men hang their mysteries,
Like hats besides each door,
For all men turn within and find,
This wretch so truly poor,
And then comes mystery the rush,
The wading into soar,
The infinite for finite man,
He'd happily restore.

The gift of laughter and the simple things,
Wrapped behind those eyes so small,
And I am asked for favourite things -
Which struggling to grasp are drowned beneath,
A chorus of theirs in their myriads.

Be lifted high The Highest Love,
The Strongest Justice,
The Most Splendid Mercy,

Your tears are sapphire and lapis,
Your song the thread that hems the cosmos,
Your laugh the fuel of suns,

Be lifted high The Highest Love,
The Deepest Compassion,
The Most Wonderful Counsel.

Merry faces,
Line these stairs and call out from beneath the dust of time,
They remind us of His faithfulness and the unity He's sown,
Of the places He's taken us,
Of the people He's made us,
Thank you Lord for standing with this house and making it yours,
Help us to follow You daily and love one another as You have loved us,
Amen.