Godhead Here In Hiding

Godhead here in hiding,
whom I do adore,
Masked by these bare shadows,
shape and nothing more,
See, Lord, at thy service
low lies here a heart,
Lost, all lost in wonder
at the God thou art.
Seeing, touching, tasting
are in thee decieved:
How says trusty hearing?
that shall be believed;
What God's Son has told me,
take for truth I do;
Truth Himself speaks truly
or there's nothing true.
On the cross thy godhead
made no sign to men,
Here thy very manhood
steals from human ken:
Both are my confession,
both are my belief,
And I pray the prayer
of the dying thief.
I am not like Tomas,
wounds I cannot see,
But can plainly call thee
Lord and God as he;
Let me to a deeper faith
daily nearer move,
Daily make me harder
hope and dearer love.
O thou our reminder
of Christ crucified,
Living Bread, the life of
us for whom he died,
Lend this life to me then:
feed and feast my mind,
There be thou the sweetness
man was meant to find.
Bring the tender tale true
of the Pelican;
Bathe me, Jesus Lord, in
what thy bosom ran:
Blood whereof a single
drop has power to win
All the world forgiveness
of its world of sin.
Jesus, whom I look at
shrouded here below,
I beseech thee send me
what I thirst for so,
Some day to gaze on thee
face to face in light
And be blest for ever
with thy glory's sight.