Stenka Razin Traditional Russian Melody arranged by David Dawson Used by permission Hymn Words In their ancient isolation Races framed their moral codes, And the peoples of each nation Trod their solitary roads.
Now the distances are shrinking; Travel, and the printed page, All earth's many lands are linking Spreading knowledge of each age.
Now new times demand new measures, And new ways we must explore; Let each faith bring its own treasures To enrich the common store.
Then no more will creeds divide us - Though we love our own the best - For the larger view will guide us As we join in common quest.
John Andrew Storey Used by permission
Traditional Russian Melody arranged by David Dawson. Used by permission.