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IX.—The Knowledge of God.
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IX.—The Knowledge of God.
To know God: this is life! And dare I stand
Blinding these dim eyes with the awful light,
And in the hollow of this pigmy hand
Thinking to grasp and hold the Infinite?
Blinding these dim eyes with the awful light,
And in the hollow of this pigmy hand
Thinking to grasp and hold the Infinite?
‘We cannot know,’ men cry, ‘we cannot know:
How should this crass and carnal nature find,
In its poor restless searchings here below,
The mystic essence of the Eternal Mind?’
How should this crass and carnal nature find,
In its poor restless searchings here below,
The mystic essence of the Eternal Mind?’
Yet we, who know not all, may know in part:
And, as we stand upon the narrow shore,
Yearning to pierce great Ocean's hidden heart,
May gather many a gem to enhance our store.
And, as we stand upon the narrow shore,
Yearning to pierce great Ocean's hidden heart,
May gather many a gem to enhance our store.
And Thou, O Father, hast Thyself made known
In Him who once for us was sacrificed:
O God, we praise Thee, who in love hast shown
Thy glory in the face of Jesus Christ.
In Him who once for us was sacrificed:
O God, we praise Thee, who in love hast shown
Thy glory in the face of Jesus Christ.
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