No hu­man eyes Thy face may see;
No hu­man thought Thy form may know;
But all cre­ation dwells in Thee,
And Thy great life through all doth flow.

And yet, O strange and won­drous thought:
Thou art a God who hear­est pray­er,
And ev­ery heart with sor­row fraught
To seek Thy pre­sent aid may dare.

And though most weak our ef­forts seem
Into one creed these thoughts to bind,
And vain the in­tel­lec­tu­al dream,
To see and know the Eter­nal Mind—

Yet Thou wilt turn them not aside,
Who can­not solve Thy life di­vine,
But would give up all rea­son’s pride,
To know their hearts ap­proved by Thine.

And Thine un­ceas­ing love gave birth
To our dear Lord, Thy ho­ly Son,
Who left a per­fect proof on earth,
That du­ty, love, and truth are one.

So, though we faint on life’s dark hill,
And thought grow weak, and know­ledge flee,
Yet faith shall teach us cour­age still,
And love shall guide us on to Thee!