O Thou Eternal One, Look Down Upon An Erring Child Of Earth; Thy Handiwork With Knowledge Crown, Or Life Will Seem Of Little Worth; By Thine Own Light Illume My Way, And Turn This Darkness Into Day. I Hear A Whisper In My Heart-- "Than Knowledge, Better Far Is Love; Thy Knowledge Here Is But In Part, The Perfect Waits For Thee Above: Walk Now By Faith, And Leave To Me The Things Now Wrap'D In Mystery." Weighed Down With Mysteries Profound I Lean Upon Thy Loving Breast; The Great Unknown Still Girts Me Round, But Thou Art Mine, And Here I Rest; Unsolved The Mysteries Remain; But They No Longer Give Me Pain. My Finite Mind May Never Grasp The Thought Of Thy Immensity; But I Thy Hand More Firmly Clasp-- To Feel Thee Near Suffices Me; For Thou Art Knowledge, Power, And Love, The Same In Earth And Heaven Above.