Gone the wintry gods of old, gone the gods of dark and cold; this God who lives and has a voice, who turns and sees and makes a choice: With us to lodge, like us to live, to us, with honor, love to give. Touching, together, terrible, true, the light of the universe shining through. Not here benighted gods of night but light within us. Through us, light. God lives as we; we live as he. In Godlike life — humanity.