O Thou Eternal One, look down
Upon an erring child of earth;
Thy handiwork with knowledge crown,
Or life will seem of little worth;
By Thine own light illume my way,
And turn this darkness into day.
I hear a whisper in my heart —
“Than knowledge, better far is love;
Thy knowledge here is but in part,
The perfect waits for Thee above:
Walk now by faith, and leave to me
The things now wrap'd in mystery.”
Weighed down with mysteries profound
I lean upon Thy loving breast;
The great unknown still girts me round,
But Thou art mine, and here I rest;
Unsolved the mysteries remain;
But they no longer give me pain.
My finite mind may never grasp
The thought of Thy immensity;
But I Thy hand more firmly clasp —
To feel Thee near suffices me;
For Thou art knowledge, power, and love,
The same in earth and heaven above.