1 To veil Thy truth by dark’ning or by hiding;
To stand irresolute, or shrink appalled;
To deal vague words of customary chiding;
Father! to no such work Thy voice hath called.
2 Our eyes are dim, yet can we seek the duty;
Our ears are dull, yet we can shun the wrong;
’Tis not in vain that here, amid the beauty
Of Thy deep teachings, we have stayed so long.
3 Some wounds have turned to pearls; some limbs offending
We had the strength to seize and rend away;
Some passioned earthly songs have changed, in ending,
To choral anthem and triumphant lay.
4 To build of gentle hearts Thy church, the peerless,
To speak the truth in love, whate’er befalls,
To make our brothers humble, tireless, fearless,
This is the work to which Thy Spirit calls.
5 Some seeds we sow may blossom into flowers,
And those bear fruit, to ripen ’neath Thy sun;
And Thou wilt lead these trembling hearts of ours
On to that peace where and aim and deed grow one.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #16596