Not Here, as to the Prophet’s Eye

Not here

as to the pro­phet’s eye

The Lord up­on His throne ap­pears;

Nor se­ra­phim re­spons­ive cry

Holy! thrice ho­ly! in our ears:

Yet God is pre­sent in this place

Veiled in se­ren­er ma­jes­ty;

So full of glo­ry

truth and grace

That faith alone such light can see.

Nor

as He in the tem­ple taught

Is Christ with­in these walls re­vealed

When blind

and deaf

and dumb were brought

Lepers and lame

and all were healed:

Yet here

when two or three shall meet

Or throng­ing mul­ti­tudes are found

All may sit down at Je­sus’ feet

And hear from Him the joy­ful sound.

Send forth the se­ra­phim

O Lord

To touch Thy serv­ants’ lips with fire;

Savior

give them Thy faith­ful Word;

Come

Ho­ly Ghost

their hearts in­spire.