Can we, great God, you comprehend
Without the Spirit's aid?
We know your mind, almighty Friend,
The deep things therein laid?
These finite minds, encased within
A form of moulded clay,
Know of themselves, overcome by sin,
The Infinite's deep way?
As well might we expect to be
By babes full understood,
As these our carnal minds should see
All your whole being's good.
And You didst look with pity, Lord,
Upon our darkened sight,
And gave to us Your precious Word,
Full of the Spirit's light.
And by its aid the deepest things
Are brought within our view,
And we can touch the hidden springs
Of knowledge, pure and true.
by: Watie W. Swanzy
