To that high love, that fathomless delight,
No thought of man may reach;
And yet behind it is a sevenfold bliss,
Most holy of God’s holy mysteries,
Untold in speech.
Faith only hath beheld that secret place,
Faith only knows how great, how high, how fair
The Temple where the Lord unveils His Face
To His belovèd there.
O how unfading is the pure delight,