O Love, O Life, our faith and sight
Thy presence maketh one!
As through transfigured clouds of white
We trace the noonday sun,
So, to our mortal eyes subdued,
Flesh-veiled, but not concealed,
We know in thee the fatherhood
And heart of God revealed.

We faintly hear, we dimly see,
In differing phrase we pray,
But, dim or clear, we own in thee
The Light, the Truth, the Way;
And thou art Master of us all,
Whate'er our name or sign;
We own thy sway, we hear thy call,
We test our lives by thine.

Our Friend, our Brother and our Guide,
What may thy service be?
Nor name, nor form, nor ritual pride,
But simply following thee;
Thy litanies, sweet offices
Of love and gratitude;
Thy sacramental liturgies,
The joy of doing good.