|Oh God, who didst Thy will unfold,|
In wondrous modes, to saints of old,
By dream, by oracle, by seer,
Will Thou not still Thy people hear?
What tho no answering voice is heard;
Thine oracles, the written word,
Counsel and guidance still impart,
Enlightening to the upright heart.
What tho no more by dreams is shown
That future things to God are known!
Enough the promises reveal:
Wisdom and love the rest conceal.
We wait, in faith, the day decreed,
For which in prayer we daily plead;
When Christ, returned, shall show to men
God's righteous arm unbared again.