O THOU far-off, eternal God, Within all life, beyond all thought, We seek Thee through Thy worlds abroad; Thy footsteps trace, but find Thee not; All forms of being Thou dost fill, A strange, retreating Mystery still. Far-off Thou art, and yet most near! Thou comest in Christ our souls to meet, A Presence close and warm and dear; A Sympathy, a Friendship sweet; One with ourselves in Him Thou art; -- Our Father, with a Brother's heart. The Source of all the tenderness Whereof our lonely souls have dreamed, -- A boundless Power and Will to bless, -- Thy Life into our lives hath streamed. We grope not through the void alone; Thou callest us, claimest us for Thine own. Into Thy hand Thou takest ours; We lean our weary hearts on Thine; Our inmost thoughts, our utmost powers Unfold within Thy Light Divine: And in the Spirit of Thy Son Our little lives with Thine are one. Thy mysteries deepen and increase; Beyond our path we cannot see; Christ is our Refuge and our Peace; Through Him we are at home with Thee; In Him we know Thee as Thou art: -- Thou lovest us with a human Heart! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...APOLLO by THOMAS HOLLEY CHIVERS THE HERONS OF ELMWOOD by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TO ALISON CUNNINGHAM; FROM HER BOY by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON INSTRUCTIONS, SUPPOSED TO BE WRITTEN IN PARIS, FOR THE MOB IN ENGLAND by MARY (CUMBERLAND) ALCOCK TREES IN WINTER by ARTHUR WILLIAM BEER PSALM 86 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |