The Word where is it? hath it voice,
That I may hear it and be free;
Hath it a form, that I may know;
A touch, that I may feel; and see?

Where does it dwell? above, below?
Or is it where e'en now I tread?
I would be near it when it calls,
And bids awake the slumbering dead.

'Tis near me; yet I hear it not —
— That voice that cometh down from heaven —
And hide myself in shrinking fear,
When wide above the earth is riven.

Oh strengthen in me faith to rise,
And go where'er it leads the way;
That I may live with it as one,
And all that it commands obey.