No hand put forth, His anger tells;

And He, the Omnipotent and Dread,

On high in humblest patience dwells.

The Son hath come; and maddened sin

The world's Creator crucified;

The Spirit comes, and stays, while men,

His presence doubt, His gifts deride.

And now the Father keeps Himself,

In patient and forbearing love,

To be His creature's heritage,