STRONG Son of God, immortal Love, Whom we, that have not seen thy face, Believing where we cannot prove; Thine are these orbs of light and shade; Is on the skull which thou hast made. Thou wilt not leave us in the dust: Thou madest man, he knows not why; He thinks he was not made to die; And thou hast made him: thou art just. : Thou seemest human and divine, The highest, holiest manhood, thou: Our wills are ours, we know not how; Our wills are ours, to make them thine. Our little systems have their day; They have their day and cease to be : They are but broken lights of thee, And thou, O Lord, art more than they. We have but faith: we cannot know ; For knowledge is of things we see ; A beam in darkness: let it grow. Let knowledge grow from more to more, But more of reverence in us dwell; That mind and soul, according well, May make one music as before, But vaster. We are fools and slight; We mock thee when we do not fear: But help thy foolish ones to bear; Help thy vain worlds to bear thy light. Forgive what seem'd my sin in me; What seem'd my worth since I began; For merit lives from man to man, And not from man, O Lord, to thee. Forgive my grief for one removed, Thy creature, whom I found so fair. I find him worthier to be loved. Forgive these wild and wandering cries, And in thy wisdom make me wise. 1849. |