Chorus:
 Europe lies in the dark.
 City and flood and tree;
 thousands have work'd and work
 to master necessity.
 To build the city where
 the will of love is done
 and brought to its full flower
 the dignity of man.
 Pardon them their mistakes,
 the impatient and wavering will.
 They suffer for our sakes,
 honour, honour them all.
 Honour, honour them all.
 Dry their imperfect dust,
 the wind blows it back and forth,
 they die to make man just
 and worthy of the earth.