Great God, Who, Hid from Mortal Sight

Great God

who

hid from mor­tal sight

Dost dwell in un­ap­proach­èd light

Before whose throne with veil­èd brow

Thy sin­less an­gels trem­bling bow.

A while in dark­ness here be­low

We lie op­pressed with sin and woe;

But soon the ev­er­last­ing day

Shall chase the night of gloom away.

The day pre­pared for us by Thee;

The day re­served for us to see;

A day but faint­ly im­aged here

By bright­est sun at noon­tide clear.

Too long

alas! it still de­lays

It ling­ers yet

that day of days;

The flesh

with all its load of sin

Must per­ish

ere its joy we win.

Then from these ear­thy bonds set free

The soul shall fly

O God

to Thee;

To see Thee

love Thee

and ad­ore

Her bliss­ful task for ev­er­more.

All boun­te­ous Tri­ni­ty! pre­pare

Our souls Thy hid­den joy to share

That our brief day­time

used aright

May is­sue in eter­nal light.