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STRONG Son of God, immortal Love,
Whom we, that have not seen thy face,
By faith, and faith alone, embrace, Believing where we cannot prove;
Thine are these orbs of light and shade ; Thou madest Life in man and brute;
Thou madest Death; and lo, thy foot
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;
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:
Help thy vain worlds to bear thy light.
Forgive what seem'd my sin in me ;
For merit lives from man to man,
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,
Forgive them where they fail in truth,
And in thy wisdom make me wise.