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