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What is our God, the God we own,
Before whose feet in spirit we fall;
Who makes, preserves, destroys alone,
And fills all by containing all;
Who is from all eternity,
In whom we breathe and move and be?
Before whose feet in spirit we fall;
Who makes, preserves, destroys alone,
And fills all by containing all;
Who is from all eternity,
In whom we breathe and move and be?
The Lord of Hosts, the Prince of Peace,
Whose eyes unerring look upon
High angelhood that veils to bless
The Holy, Holy, Holy One;
And manhood in the germ, that yet
Shall be in Godlike splendour set.
Whose eyes unerring look upon
High angelhood that veils to bless
The Holy, Holy, Holy One;
And manhood in the germ, that yet
Shall be in Godlike splendour set.
They war, His angels and His men,
Or in deep peace they do His will;
Its meaning high above their ken,
Guessing or not, they do it still,
Through past and now and future rolled
In æons never to be told.
Or in deep peace they do His will;
Its meaning high above their ken,
Guessing or not, they do it still,
Through past and now and future rolled
In æons never to be told.
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We raise the stone, and Him we find;
We cleave the wood, and He is there;
We see Him through the tears that blind,
We touch with lifted hands of prayer;
Before His altar, on His sod,
We know our Lover and our God.
We cleave the wood, and He is there;
We see Him through the tears that blind,
We touch with lifted hands of prayer;
Before His altar, on His sod,
We know our Lover and our God.
A King of dreadful majesty,
A King of love more dreadful yet;
In whom the world's foundations be,
Whose eyes with human tears were wet;
The Lord of Life, who lay alone,
A corpse behind a sealéd stone.
A King of love more dreadful yet;
In whom the world's foundations be,
Whose eyes with human tears were wet;
The Lord of Life, who lay alone,
A corpse behind a sealéd stone.
He took the measure of a span
Who filleth all infinitude;
Maker of man, and very Man;
Immortal dying on a Rood;
And all Creation's heart is bowed
To this her God who wore her shroud.
Who filleth all infinitude;
Maker of man, and very Man;
Immortal dying on a Rood;
And all Creation's heart is bowed
To this her God who wore her shroud.
And more, yet more; from glory won,
Magnificence inherited,
He stoops to hold communion
With man in veils of wine and bread;
O height of love! O love's abyss!
Man face to face with God in this!
Magnificence inherited,
He stoops to hold communion
With man in veils of wine and bread;
O height of love! O love's abyss!
Man face to face with God in this!
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Before the angels' joyful shout,
Or morning stars' high harmonies;
Before the birth of faith or doubt,
Ere Death, contending for the prize,
In wrestling fierce with Life had striven,
The Love-begotten Love was given.
Or morning stars' high harmonies;
Before the birth of faith or doubt,
Ere Death, contending for the prize,
In wrestling fierce with Life had striven,
The Love-begotten Love was given.
If million after million
Of years rolled o'er the world, His thought,
Yet in the time of ripeness won
He for whom time and space are nought,
Infinitude, Eternity,
Hung, time-revealed, upon a Tree.
Of years rolled o'er the world, His thought,
Yet in the time of ripeness won
He for whom time and space are nought,
Infinitude, Eternity,
Hung, time-revealed, upon a Tree.
If millions more uncounted fall
Slow down Eternity's abyss,
Before this God be all in all,
What betwixt Him and man is this?
With Him no future is, no past
But one great now, for aye to last.
Slow down Eternity's abyss,
Before this God be all in all,
What betwixt Him and man is this?
With Him no future is, no past
But one great now, for aye to last.
He doeth that, and suffereth
Its doing, which we tremble at;
Lets slip the dogs of war and death;
Binds fast with iron chains and great;
One nation crowns with glory; one
Putteth to sore confusion.
Its doing, which we tremble at;
Lets slip the dogs of war and death;
Binds fast with iron chains and great;
One nation crowns with glory; one
Putteth to sore confusion.
Yet Love, in veil of mystery,
Is He; no cruel Fate and stark
Which grips the trembling souls that lie
And shudder in their lonely dark;
Or at some dreadful Presence guess,
More dreadful than the loneliness.
Is He; no cruel Fate and stark
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And shudder in their lonely dark;
Or at some dreadful Presence guess,
More dreadful than the loneliness.
O Thou, considering tenderly
The feeble tongues that lisp Thy state,
The wavering souls that stay on Thee,
By gentleness of Thine made great;
Love, Love, and Love, revealed, unknown,
Thee we adore and Thee we own!
The feeble tongues that lisp Thy state,
The wavering souls that stay on Thee,
By gentleness of Thine made great;
Love, Love, and Love, revealed, unknown,
Thee we adore and Thee we own!
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