(SmithDaugherty)

In the garden of consciousness

In fertile mind there lies the dormant

seed

When blooming as charity

Conscience breathes a sigh of relief

The confessions of sleep

The awakening seed

Moved by love to serve

We celebrate all

Merit in life

Ah, the confessions of sleep

Unfolding peace

As we extend

According to need

And you will hear the call

All action great and small

Received joyfully

Heaven abounds

Let love resound

If he be mute

Give him a bell

If he be blind, an eye

It he be down, a hand

Lift up your voice

Lift up your voice

Lift up your voice

Give of your mind one mind

Give of your heart one heart

Give of your voice

One voice