O God, I cried, no dark dis­guise
Can e’er here­af­ter hide from me
Thy ra­di­ant iden­ti­ty, Thy ra­diant iden­ti­ty!
I know the path that tells the way
Thro’ the cool eve of ev­ery day.
God, I can push the grass apart
And lay my fing­er on Thy heart.

The world stands out on ei­ther side
No wid­er than the heart is wide;
Above the world is stretched the sky—
No high­er than the soul is high.
The heart can push the sea and land
Farther away on ei­ther hand;
The soul can split the sky in two,
And let the face of God shine thro’.