God in Human Hearts

Not as a pleasant picture in a frame

Do I a seeker kneel and worship thee

Or by endless repetitions of thy name

Call down the power that would set me free.

In a cabin made of clay I took first breath

And woke to wonder in the waking morn.

Did I take birth only to meet my death

When all the coloured strands of life were worn

And all my dark desires turned to dust

And nothing left lest soul from ashes soar

Above and all my life to thee entrust

That God in human hearts might faith restore.