O
Love!
O
Life!
Our
faith
and
sight
Thy
presence
maketh
one,
As
through
transfigured
clouds
of
white
We
trace
the
noonday
sun.
So,
to
our
mortal
eyes
subdued,
Flesh-veiled,
but
not
concealed,
We
know
in
Thee
the
fatherhood
And
heart
of
God
revealed.
We
faintly
hear,
we
dimly
see,
In
differing
phrase
we
pray;
But,
dim
or
clear,
we
own
in
Thee
The
Light,
the
Truth,
the
Way!
Our
Friend,
our
Brother,
and
our
Lord,
What
may
Thy
service
be?
Nor
name,
nor
form,
nor
ritual
word,
But
simply
following
Thee.
Thy
litanies,
sweet
offices
Of
love
and
gratitude;
Thy
sacramental
liturgies,
The
joy
of
doing
good.
