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.

Amen.