Ineffable in all Your thoughts and ways,
Yet made flesh amid our days:
Humble the mind that would make sensible
By reason's feeble spark
Your utterances dark.
Often has Your word been sown
Long before its blade was shown,
Unto comprehension grown.
Even the twelve were slow to understand
What You spoke forth of sacrificial trials,
What makes clean and what defiles,
Who will sit down at Your left or right hand
At Your triumphal feast,
Who greatest is and least;
Even less the breath of grace
Flowing from Your risen face
Could their comprehension trace.
Give us such faith as hears and says Amen,
Receives Your mysteries, Your promised gifts,
And an Alleluia lifts!
What lies in You far surpasses our ken;
But that Your will is good
Is clearly understood:
By Your cross, Your empty grave,
Word and sacrament You gave,
Sin to slay, the lost to save.
Lead us in spirit, Lord, to comprehend
What things to reason's mastery are dark,
And with childlike faith to hark
Unto Your pledge, from rebirth to our end,
That from Your blood and pain
Full blessedness we gain.
Though man's reason here deny,
Though men's hearts sink low and sigh,
Glorify Your truth on high!
Tune: I JESU NAVN (Kingo's Gradual, 1699)
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