The veil hath lifted and hath fallen; and him br Who next it stood before us, first so long, br We see not; but between the cherubim br The light burns clearer: come-a thankful song! br br Lord, for thy prophet's calm commanding voice, br For his majestic innocence and truth, br For his unswerving purity of choice, br For all his tender wrath and plenteous ruth; br br For his obedient, wise, clear-listening care br To hear for us what word The Word would say, br For all the trembling fervency of prayer br With which he led our souls the prayerful way; br br For all the heavenly glory of his face br That caught the white Transfiguration's shine br And cast on us the reflex of thy grace- br Of all thy men late left, the most divine; br br For all his learning, and the thought of power br That seized thy one Idea everywhere, br Brought the eternal down into the hour, br And taught the dead thy life to claim and share; br br For his humility, dove-clear of guile;- br The sin denouncing, he, like thy great Paul, br Still claimed in it the greatest share, the while br Our eyes, love-sharpened, saw him best of all! br br For his high victories over sin and fear, br The captive hope his words of truth set free; br For his abiding memory, holy, dear; br Last, for his death and hiding now in thee, br br We praise, we magnify thee, Lord of him: br Thou hast him still; he ever was thine own; br Nor shall our tears prevail the path to dim br That leads where, lowly still, he haunts thy throne. br br When thou, O Lord, ascendedst up on high br Good gifts thou sentest down to cheer thy men: br Lo, he ascends!-we follow with the cry, br His spirit send thou back in thine again.