O, who shall roll the stone away?
This is the cry of anguished hearts,
Whose hopes are buried in the clay,
Whose human faith no light imparts.
The olden cry—'tis ages long;
We do not see, and seeing find;
We question; doubt; hear not the song
The angels sing for all mankind.
We do not heed what God demands,
A faith that takes not God to task;
A faith that knows and understands
We shall receive whate'er we ask,
When we shall seek, and seek above,
And know that God is all, and see
That He is Life, and Truth, and Love,
In Him we live, and move, and be.
When we shall see, and seeing know,
That faith in self hath made us blind,
Then, knowing God, our light will glow,
And truly seeing we shall find.
When we shall know, and know aright,
The night will vanish with the day,
And we shall see in the "True Light,"
That every stone is rolled away.
