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146 FABER'S HYMNS.
The solemn face, the downcast eye, The words constrained and cold, —
These are the homage, poor at best, Of those outside the fold.
They know not how our God can play The Babe's, the Brother's part;
Thy dream not of the ways He has Of getting at the heart.
Most winningly He lowers Himself, Yet they dare not come near:
They cannot know in their blind place The love that casts out fear.
In lowest depths of littleness God sinks to gain our love;
They put away the sign in fear, And our free ways reprove.
Would that they knew what Jesus was,
And what untold abyss Lies in Love's simple forwardness •
Of more than earthly bliss!
Would that they knew what faith can woi
WThat Sacraments can do, What simple love is like, on fire
In hearts absolved and true ! |
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