6.
“Whom having not seen, ye love; in Whom, though now
ye see Him not, yet believing, ye rejoice.”
For now our very flesh He hath put on,
And in the intricate spirit thus hath wound
With involutions many and profound,
From state of our corruption hath begun
To hallow the affections He hath won,
And feelings human and Divine hath bound
To His own service; with them to surround
His place of rest and Sabbath. As the sun
Drowns in itself all lesser fires to feed
Its own,—itself afar yet wondrous near:
So may He with regenerating fear
As from our being's centre still proceed
To every inmost feeling, word, and deed,—
To every outward sense, and eye, and ear.
