O Thou, at whose rebuke, the grave

Back to warm life the sleeper gave,

Who, waking, saw with joy, above,

A brother’s face of tenderest love;—

Thou, unto whom the blind and lame,

The sorrowing, and the sin-sick came;

The burden of thy holy faith

Was love and life, not hate and death.

O, once again thy healing lay

On the blind eyes which know thee not,

And let the light of thy pure day

Shine in upon the darkened thought!

O, touch the hearts of men, and show

The power which in forbearance lies;

And let them feel that Mercy now

Is better than old Sacrifice!