No gracious words we hear

Of him who spoke 

as none e'er spoke,

But we believe him near.


his hands and side,

Nor follow where he trod;

Yet in his promise we rejoice,

And cry, "My Lord and God!"


And may our faith abound;

To call on you when you are near,

And seek where you are found:


In realms of clearer light.

We may behold you as you are

In full and endless sight.


No gracious words we hear

Of him who spoke 

as none e'er spoke,

But we believe him near.