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!