I can­not think or rea­son,
I on­ly know He came
With hands and feet of heal­ing
And wild heart all aflame,
With eyes that dimmed and soft­ened
At all the things He saw,
And in His pil­lared sing­ing
I read the march­ing law.

I on­ly know He loves me,
Enfolds and un­der­stands—
And oh, His heart that holds me,
And oh, His cer­tain hands—
The man, the Christ, the sol­dier,
Who from the cross of pain,
Cried to a dy­ing com­rade,
Lad, we shall meet again.