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;
      For knowledge is of things we see;
      And yet we trust it comes from thee,
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 trust he lives in thee, and there
I find him worthier to be loved.

Forgive these wild and wandering cries,
      Confusions of a wasted youth;
      Forgive them where they fail in truth,
And in thy wisdom make me wise.

1849


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