Giver of all good gifts, I thee implore:
Open the eyes that still are closed and blind,
Enlarge our hearts to know thee more and more
The Soul and source of all,—eternal Mind,—
The Father, Mother, God of all mankind.
O Love divine, that holdest in thine hand
This orbed earth, the countless stars of light,
How can I hope to come and take my stand
Immaculate and sinless in thy sight!
'Tis Love alone can wash my garment white.
There is a path no mortal foot hath trod,
It is not in the depth, nor on the steep,
It leadeth upward—ever up—to God,
Beyond the vision of the starry deep:
Yet each within his heart that path may keep.
