Far beyond reason's height, and Now, better taught by thee, O Lord! reached Only by childlike love. Workman of God! oh, lose not heart, But learn what God is like; And in the darkest battle-field Thou shalt know where to strike. Thrice blest is he to whom is given Blest, too, is he who can divine And dares to take the side that seems Wrong to man's blindfold eye. For right is right, since God is God; This truth dawns on my mind, The best effect of heavenly light Is earth's false eyes to blind. He whom no praise can reach is aye When we ourselves least kindly are, Only the poison find. How Thou canst think so well of us, Is darkness to my intellect, Yet habits linger in the soul; More grace, O Lord! more grace; More sweetness from thy loving heart, More sunshine from thy face! |