Bring us to higher Consciousness;
Bring us to Thee!
Though dim the light we now confess,
Most High! most Loving! Ultimate of Good!
Our hands are fettered—yet we would be free;
Our want is deeper for the living food.
Bring us to Knowledge more profound,
O, Lover, circling us around,
Spirit that seemeth far away, we feel
Thou art the source of Being; quench our fear,
And rise from out the False, who art the Real.
Thankful, despite a little pain,
When days are dark,
We weave some gold in Life's long chain,
And faintly comprehend the good in all;
Nor dread the steps our upward climbings mark;
While "higher yet" we hear Thy Spirit call.