O Thou, in all Thy might so far,
In all Thy love so near,
Beyond the range of sun and star,
And yet be­side us here.

What heart can com­pre­hend Thy name,
Or, search­ing, find Thee out,
Who art with­in, a quick­en­ing flame,
A pre­sence round about.

Yet though I know Thee but in part,
I ask not, Lord, for more;
Enough for me to know Thou art,
To love Thee and ad­ore.

And dear­er than all things I know
Is child­like faith to me,
That makes the dark­est way I go
An op­en path to Thee.