O Love! O Life!

O Love! O Life! Our faith and sight

Thy pres­ence mak­eth one

As through trans­fi­gured clouds of white

We trace the noon­day sun.

So

to our mor­tal eyes sub­dued

Flesh-veiled

but not con­cealed

We know in Thee the fa­ther­hood

And heart of God re­vealed.

We faint­ly hear

we dim­ly see

In dif­fer­ing phrase we pray;

But

dim or clear

we own in Thee

The light

the truth

the way!

Our friend

our bro­ther

and our Lord

What may Thy serv­ice be?

Nor name

nor form

nor ri­tu­al word

But simply fol­low­ing Thee.

Thy li­ta­nies

sweet of­fic­es

Of love and gra­ti­tude;

Thy sac­ra­ment­al li­tur­gies

The joy of do­ing good.