1 Still throned in heaven, to men in unbelief
Christ spreads his hands all day;
They scan his claims, give judgement cold and brief,
And fearless turn away.

2 Once more, O peerless mystery of grace,
Thy sweet appeal renew;
Light up dark minds, win souls to thine embrace,
High forts of doubt subdue.

3 Speak, till the sons of men with hearts unseared,
Led by that voice of thine,
Find thee each day more glorious, more endeared,
Christ human, Christ divine.