"What is truth?" a man of power once asked
Before an angry crowd, who firmly stood
Demanding God's elect should then be led
To give up Life, they thought, through human blood.
These people could not grasp how God's idea
In other form than mortal man could be:
The very truth they sought was present there.
Although the vision few of them could see.
But soon they found the body was not Life,
And that the Son of God could not be slain;
Beyond this scene of blindness, sin, and strife,
In perfect conscious Life he could remain.
The ages roll, and millions see to-day
With clearer insight God's immortal plan;
This vision of the Truth, the Life, the way.
Is now revealed through Christ, the perfect man.
We thank Thee, Father, that to-day we can
Thy wondrous law of Life in fullness learn;
That Thou art Life alone, since Life began,
And perfect Life is Truth, we thus discern.
