WHAT know we, Holy God, of Thee, Thy being and Thine essence pure? Too bright the very mystery For mortal vision to endure. We only know Thy word sublime, Thou art a Spirit! Perfect! One! Unlimited by space or time, Unknown but through the eternal Son. By change untouched, by thought untraced, And by created eye unseen, In Thy great Present is embraced All that shall be, all that hath been. O Father of our Spirits, now We seek Thee in our Saviour's face; In truth and spirit we would bow, And worship where we cannot trace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A GIRL'S THOUGHTS by ISAAC ROSENBERG SONNET: 13. OUT OF CATALLUS by GAIUS VALERIUS CATULLUS UPON WEDLOCK, AND DEATH OF CHILDREN by EDWARD TAYLOR FANNIE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH TO ONE IN A GARDEN by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |