We saw Thee not when Thou didst

To this poor world of sin and death,

Nor e'er beheld Thy cottage home

In mat despised Nazareth;

But we believe Thy footsteps trod

Its streets and plains,

Thou Son of God.

We did not see Theo lifted high

Amid that wild and savage crew,

Nor heard Thy meek, imploring cry,

Forgive, They know not what ttwy do!

Yet we believe the deed was done

Which shook the earth and veiled the sun.

We stood not by the empty tomb,

Where late Thy sacred body lay,

Nor sat within that upper room,

Nor met thee in the open way

But we believe mat angels said:

Why seek the living with the dead?

We did not mark the chosen few,

When Thou didst through the clouds ascend,

First lift to heav’n their wondering view,

Then to the earth all prostrate bend;

Yet we believe that mortal eyes

Beheld that journey to the skies.

And Now that Thou dost reign on high

And thence Thy waiting people bless,

No ray of glory from the sky

Doth shine upon our wilderness;

But we believe Thy faithful word

And trust in our Redeeming Lord.