Eye Hath Not Seen, Ear Hath Not Heard

Eye hath not seen

ear hath not heard

What Christ hath for His saints pre­pared

Who con­quer thro’ their Sav­ior’s might

Who sink into per­fect­ion’s height

And tram­ple death be­neath their feet

And glad­ly die their Lord to meet.

They on the hid­den man­na feed

The heav­en­ly

true

an­gel­ic Bread

Who gained on earth a par­tial taste

Of bliss too ex­quisite to last

Obtain His full­est joy above

And all the sweet­ness of His love.

Christ shall on them a name be­stow

Which no em­bo­died saint can know

A new in­ex­plic­able name

With God es­sen­tial­ly the same!

And what it is they then con­ceive

When Christ doth all His full­ness give.

Dost thou de­sire to know and see

What thy mys­te­ri­ous name shall be?

Contending for thy heav­en­ly home

Thy lat­est foe

in death o’er­come;

’Till then thou search­est out in vain

What on­ly con­quest can ex­plain.

But when the Lord hath closed thine eyes

And op­ened them in para­dise

Receiving thy new name un­known

Thou read’st it wrote on the white stone

Wrote on thy pure hu­man­ity

GOD THREE IN ONE AND ONE IN THREE!