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Godhead here in hiding, Whom I do adore, Mask'd by these bare shadows, shape and nothing more; See, Lord, to Thee subject, low lies my whole heart, For to truly see Thee wholly fails its art. |
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On the cross Thy Godhead shunn'd the view of men; Here Thy very manhood steals from human ken; Both are my confession, both are my belief, And I pray the pray'r of the dying thief. |
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I am not like Thomas, wounds I can not see, But I plainly call Thee Lord and God as he; Deeper be my holding of this faith each day, Make me stronger love Thee, hope in all Thy ways. |
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Jesus, Whom I look at shrouded here below, I beseech Thee, send me what I long for so: Some day to gaze on Thee face to face in light, And be blest forever with Thy glory's sight. |