Thrill in a passionate intent;
Through her our tides of feeling roll
And find their God within her soul.
Her faith and awful Face of God
Brightens and blinds with utter light;
Her footsteps fall where late He trod;
She sinks in roaring voids of night;
Cries to her Lord in black despair,
And knows, yet knows not, He is there.
A willing sacrifice she takes