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The Eternal Goodness.

O friends with whom my feet have trod
The quiet aisles of prayer
Glad witness of your zeal for God
And love of men I bear
I trace your lines of argument
Your logic linked & strong
And weigh as one who dreads dissent
And fears a doubt is wrong

But still my human hands are weak
To hold your iron creeds
Against the words ye bid me speak
My heart within me pleads.
Who fathoms the Eternal thought?
Who talks of scheme and plan?
The Lord is God and needth not
The poor device of man.

I walk with bare hushed feet the ground
Ye tread with boldness shod,
I dare not fix with mete & bound
The love and power of God