AT first, as through a darkened glass
We see vague shapes and shadows pass;
We see Truth's brilliant beam of light
As but a candle in the night;
For we can only dimly see
The glory of God's sovereignty.

How faintly do our eyes behold
The first pale flush of radiant gold
That sweeps across the morning skies,
For we but see with earth-dimmed eyes;
How haltingly our lips first sing
The hallelujah to the King!

How doubtfully our voices speak
God's name! We have not learned to seek
The tender comfort of His ways
That lead us out of mist and maze,
For mortal dreams seemed sweet to keep
And lulled our senses on to sleep.

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