Frederick Lucian Hosmer (1840–1929)

O THOU, in all thy might so far,

In all thy love so near,

Beyond the range of sun and star,

And yet beside us here,—

What heart can comprehend Thy name,

Or searching, find Thee out,

Who art within a quickening Flame,

A Presence round about?

Yet though I know Thee but in part,

I ask not, Lord, for more:

Enough for me to know Thou art,

To love Thee and adore.

O sweeter than aught else besides,

The tender mystery

That like a veil of shadow hides

The Light I may not see!

And dearer than all things I know

Is childlike faith to me,

That makes the darkest way I go

An open path to Thee.