1 Hark! thro' Nature's vast cathedral, Blended echoes ever rise, Swelling is a mighty anthem To its overarching skies.
2 Every raindrop on the housetop, Every beetle's noisy drone, Every footfall on the pavement, Wakes an echoe of its own.
3 Sobs of woe and songs of gladness, Each responsive echoes find; Words of love and words of anger, Leave their echoes far behind.
4 Every great and noble action Is reechoed o'er and o'er; Life itself is but an echo-- Of the lives that were before.Source: The Morning Stars Sang Together: a book of religious songs for Sunday schools and the home circle #83