He who in bonds of finite sense,
Submerged in mire of false belief,
Encompassed by both doubt and fear,
Maligned, betrayed, and bowed by grief,
Turns to the Lord—who sees the heart
And matter things beholdeth not,
But sees man in His image pure,
Not doomed to earth or earthly lot—
Will reap reward in things of worth,
Peace passing understanding sweet,
Pure joy that earth takes not away,
Clear faith that ne'er can know defeat.
In this exalted state of thought,
Above the dream that stultifies,
He sees the man the Master saw,
Free from the maze of mortal lies.
Then from this height, with vision keen,
He heeds the word the Master gave
To heal the sick, the deaf, the blind,
And call them from a self-made grave.
Thus is the Father glorified
In gracious deeds, in works of worth;
His dwelling place found here and now,
His will done both in heaven and earth.
