Father, we come not as of old,
Distrustful of Thy law,
Hoping to find Thy seamless robe
Marred by some sudden flaw—
Some rent to let Thy glo­ry through
And make our darkness shine,
If haply thus our souls may know
What power and grace are Thine.

Thy seamless robe conceals Thee not
From earnest hearts and true;
The glo­ry of Thy perfectness
Shines all its texture through;
And on its trailing hem we read,
As Thou dost linger near,
The message of a love more deep
Than any depth of fear.

And so no more our hearts shall plead
For miracle and sign;
Thy order and Thy faith­ful­ness
Are all in all divine;
These are Thy revelations vast
From earliest days of yore;
These are our confidence and peace;
We cannot wish for more.