There are things that the senses cannot hear,
That come singing into thought,
The beautiful, perfect chords of good,
That the hearing ear has caught.
And grand and true are the things unseen
That the seeing eye beholds,
When its eager gaze is turned upon
The vision that Love unfolds.
With joy we dwell in the secret place,
The home of our heart's desire,
Where we walk with Him, and talk with Him,
And are cleansed by Love's pure fire.
Oh, who would exchange the gifts of God
For the things that mortals prize,
Or compare with the worldly treasure of gold
What is seen with the seeing eyes?
