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.
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