The Father came through Thee below,
That we who lived in ignorance
Might through Thyself the Father know.
How scarce were those Thyself who knew;
A veil there was ’twixt Thee and them;
They crowded ’round, but saw not through.
E’en as the Father came in Thee;
As we through Thee the Father know,
Now through the Spirit we know Thee.
Then must Thou walk with toil around;
But as the Spirit in our heart
Thou dost supply Thyself unbound.
But now the Holy Spirit art;
The Spirit is Thine other form,
Thyself to dwell within our heart.
We realize Thy life’s outflow,
Thy glory and Thy character,
And all Thy being’s wonders know.
There is no one as dear as Thee;
For since we know how real Thou art,
No other one could lovelier be.