Our Father, while our hearts unlearn
(The Gathering Storms of Doubt)

Our Father, while our hearts unlearn
     The creeds that wrong thy name,
Still let our hallowed altars burn
     With faith's undying flame.

Help us to read our Master's will
     Through every darkening stain
That clouds his sacred image still,
     And see him once again.

The brother man, the pitying friend,
     Who weeps for human woes,
Whose pleading words of pardon blend
     With cries of raging foes.

If 'mid the gathering storms of doubt
     Our hearts grow faint and cold,
The strength we cannot live without
     Thy love will not withhold.

Our prayers accept; our sins forgive;
     Our youthful zeal renew;
Shape for us holier lives to live,
     And nobler work to do.