From 'Revealed Glories'

There sages sit in cloistered halls,

And nature's depth explore,

And poets, too, within those walls

Dream, lost in tragic lore.

But never has the heart of man

Conceived the bright display

Of Wisdom's long concerted plan,

The triumph of that Day.

Eye hath not seen, ear hath not heard,

Nor can man's spirit frame

The wondrous things of God, prepared

For those who love His Name;

Revealed now, they form our part,

Then why such joys delay?

May Christ's own glory fill our heart,

In this, the Spirit's Day!